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[wintrbears]

Cradle Robbers: The Second Trimester | JJK

Summary: You're too busy attending baby prep classes and shopping for furniture together to focus on the significant changes living together and regularly hooking up has introduced into your relationship with Jungkook, although, it doesn't seem like either of you mind all that much.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Pregnancy AU, Childhood Friends to FWB to Lovers, Slow-Burn, Smut, Fluff, Crack, Angst (barely, you have to squint to see it)

Word Count: 20.2k+

Warnings: pregnancy, crying, anxiety, panic attack, cursing, blood, swelling, talks of miscarriage, ultrasound, medical tests, doctor's office, mention of childbirth, mention of vaginal tearing, speeding, drinking, bowling, jacuzzi, parental expectations, IKEA, shopping, stealing, lying, jealousy, brief mention of death, video games, cats, dogs, pet names (baby, babygirl, bambi/bams), baby prep classes, Lamaze class, mild skin burn. SMUT: kissing, cuddling, titty sucking, dry humping, big dick jk (you already know), unprotected sex, oral sex (both receiving), titty fucking, coming on boobs/skin, cream pie, coming untouched, missionary, mention of vibrator, ANAL!!, rim job, ass eating, anal plug, face fucking, cum eating, fingering, ok I think that's it!

Author's Note: chapter two is here lovelies! I am so incredibly thankful for all the love and support part one got and I'm so excited for everyone to see how their story continues in this chapter. we've got some wonderful sweet scenes, a couple of my favorites out of the whole fic, and also some filthy smut scenes. the end of this chapter is the angstiest part of the whole fic but it’s also a catalyst for what comes next, so I hope you enjoy the second trimester as much as I do and please lmk your thoughts :)

FOUR

Jungkook must’ve made a deal with the devil, because the way his tongue moves isn’t something a mere mortal should be able to accomplish. The precision with which he alternates between licking your slit and fucking his tongue into your hole is otherworldly, and you worry your best friend may secretly be an incubus. 

At the present moment, his tongue is curling inside you to drink every last drop of essence leaking from your pussy while you struggle to breath on the kitchen counter.

It’s only eight in the morning and you’re certain your day has already reached its peak. It’s unfathomable to believe anything you experience within the next twenty four hours will be better than the feeling of him eating you out like you’re his favorite meal. 

Jungkook moans into your cunt as he swallows your juices before moving upwards to tease your clit with the tip of his tongue. It’s brutal how little friction he gives you while circling the spot you need him most. When he finally sucks the nerve endings into his mouth and hums, it sends the most jaw dropping pleasure through your core. It forces a shuddering moan out of you and your hands reactively tug at his hair. His fingertips have a bruising hold on your thighs and the pressure on his scalp only makes him grip you tighter and shove his face deeper into your pussy. 

“Taste so fucking good,” he grunts between licks. “Never wanna fucking stop.” 

You whine and buck your hips at his praises, causing his nose to catch on your sensitive clit. Jungkook realizes the effect his button nose has on you when you moan enthusiastically and he begins moving his head of his own accord to keep the friction there. The combination of that along with his inhuman tongue makes your head spin like a carousel on the fritz. 

“Koo, I’m gonna come,” you warn him breathlessly.

An affirmative growl comes from below and Jungkook moves away to spit on your hole and fuck his saliva into you. You gasp and yank his hair hard enough for him to grunt against your folds as he moves his tongue in and out of your cunt like a man on a mission.

He’s borderline ravenous when he changes tactics and repeatedly flattens his tongue over your clit to force you into a climax. It works wonders, and soon enough you’re screaming and falling back onto the counter as you come in his mouth. 

Like the demon he clearly is, Jungkook doesn't cease his behavior even as he hears you crying softly above him from the overstimulation. He just continues to abuse your pearl with his mouth, sucking and biting on the sensitive skin as tears roll down the sides of your face and you whimper something that sounds reminiscent of his name. Eventually, his wet muscle leaves your clit to lap up your cum instead, making your hand clutch weakly onto the strands of hair still in their grasp.

“You're fucking delicious, Bambi,” Jungkook whispers on your wet skin. “God fucking damn.”

“Jungkook.”

“One more, please.”

Jungkook is begging you even though he's the one in control, and you both know damn well you're not going to stop him.

He makes out with your cunt like a highschooler at prom, as if his parents are going to catch him any moment and he has to do everything he can before they do. Your pussy is weeping essence into his mouth and you wish you had to strength to lift your head and watch him work.

Your second orgasm ramps up at the speed of light, riding the coattails of your first and making your legs convulse and clamp around Jungkook's head. The man below you doesn't care in the slightest, in fact, it sounds like he enjoys the suffocation when he moans endlessly into your folds.

Jungkook slows down dramatically post orgasm number two, gently slurping the cum along your slit until you finally push him away due to oversensitivity. He whines pathetically when you do so, and it’s so fucking sexy your desire nearly returns with a vengeance. 

Allowing your soul to slowly return to your body, you keep your eyes closed and inhale as deeply as possible. The feeling of Jungkook over you makes you open them, and it’s just in time to see him leaning down to kiss you. You clutch his jaw as you return his kiss and happily allow him to push his tongue into your mouth to taste yourself. 

He helps you upright, holding your lower back and bringing you into his chest. You rest your head on his shoulder while you continue to settle from the high.

“You alright?”

“Mmhmm,” you assure him. 

You feel his lips on your cheek before his presence moves away from you. Hoping off the counter, you take a large swig of the orange juice still on the table from breakfast. 

“I gotta get going, Bams,” Jungkook tells you as he runs his hands through his hair to make it presentable again. “I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, ‘course.”

You briefly hug him goodbye and hand him his phone from the counter. He thanks you with a succinct bow before heading towards the door while Bam follows him eagerly, hoping to join his dad on his adventure. Jungkook bends down and gives him a quick head pat, and repeats the gesture for Usagi who’s asleep on the couch. 

He leaves with a final wave that you happily return as his figure disappears from your field of vision and the door shuts with a soft click. 

Throwing your head back with a groan knowing you need to leave for work, too, you pour yourself some tea and collect your bag by the door. Today should be easier since your insatiable hormones are quelled, but you’re also going to spend the entire day thinking about Jungkook’s mouth on you. 

You’ve been repeatedly hooking up since the night you joined him in bed, but there hasn’t been a single conversation between you about it. 

To be fair, it only occurs if you initiate something or if Jungkook can tell you need sexual relief via your antsy behavior and the drool which collects on your chin when you so much as glance at him. He also never allows you to pleasure him in return, which means he only gets to come if it’s during intercourse and always after he’s successfully gotten you off first.

It isn’t what you want for your relationship. You despise him sending you deep into the throes of pleasure without being able to return the favor, but the whole point of you hooking up is to assist with your pregnancy-induced sex drive. 

You don’t want things to stay the way they are. 

A couple nights ago after he practically fucked you through his mattress, you unilaterally made the decision to become actual friends with benefits rather than whatever you are now. Singular, friend with benefits? 

You’re planning to cook his favorite dishes tonight to celebrate his latest accomplishment at work and present the idea over dinner. You know it doesn’t need to be some grand announcement or proclamation, but it kills two birds with one stone. 

Work serves as nothing more than a distraction from the ever growing to-do list in your head as you dutifully prepare for motherhood. The pregnancy is still under wraps at the office since your bump is concealable and you don’t feel close enough to anyone to share the news. Your belly is definitely bigger, especially upon entering your second trimester, but not enough for strangers or acquaintances like coworkers to notice. Only someone close to you would be able to clock the difference between this and your usual weight. 

When you’re home free from your corporate imprisonment, both Usagi and Bami enthusiastically greet you at the door with meows and strong tail wags. You spend a solid ten minutes giving them all the love and affection they deserve before heading to the kitchen to start dinner. 

Jungkook is an aggravatingly better cook than you, and he sometimes cooks dinner, but he always makes breakfast and lunch on the weekends, and since you normally get home before him on the weekdays, dinner is your forte. 

While video calling your mothers as you cook, you update them on minor details like your morning sickness finally passing and how your cravings are only getting worse. 

Three nights ago Jungkook made you a ham and peanut butter sandwich upon request. The poor thing gagged the entire time as he smeared peanut butter on top of the cold lunch meat. 

They question whether or not your relationship status has changed nearly every time you communicate. Unfortunately, the eager women got their hopes up when you moved in and the pair of frowns which appear every time you answer in the negative are beginning to eat you up inside.

You always feel guilty because although your relationship hasn’t changed, you’re actively sleeping together. So, it tastes like a lie when you swear up and down you’re still just friends. You can’t speak openly to them about it because they wouldn’t understand how having sex changes nothing between you. Aside from the first time, you never sleep in the same bed or cuddle, and you don’t kiss outside of bedroom activities, either. 

Alternatively, your friends are aware, and not a single one of them is surprised. Jimin said, quote, “You’re pregnant, you’re living together, and now you’re sleeping together. Fork found in kitchen.”

Jungkook comes home with impeccable timing, just as you’re plating the food and turning off the stove. His face lights up upon recognition of the familiar scents wafting through the air and your feet end up a couple inches off the ground before you even register it. You screech and brace yourself on his shoulders as he scoops you into his arms and spins you in a semi circle.

“Koo!” You scold him, despite secretly adoring it.

“Ah, I love you so much, Bambi,” he ignores your faux indignation. 

“It's the least I could do.” He sets you down and you ruffle his styled hair as he giggles. “You work so hard, Koo. You deserve it.”

He smiles bashfully and steals the plates from the counter before you have the chance to bring them to the dining table yourself.

Between recapping your respective workdays and discussing upcoming plans, you eat alongside Jungkook’s happy food noises and his endless compliments of your cooking skills. You fail to broach the topic of becoming friends with benefits and instead wait until you’re across from one another on the couch. 

The pair of you are sitting side by side horizontally so Jungkook can massage your feet, a routine he gladly partakes in due to them giving you immense grief from how swollen they are.

They’re not the only body part swelling exponentially, either. Per expectations, your literal mommy milkers have transformed you into a living, breathing anime character. Not only are they bigger, but they’re sore and oversensitive most days. Jungkook has repeatedly offered to add boob massages to his daily routine alongside the foot rubs, but you’re fairly certain that deal is more beneficial for him than you.

Humming gratefully as Jungkook digs his palm into your heel, you look up from your phone to begin the conversation you’re eager to have with him. He notices your attention shift and looks over at you expectantly.

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” you state. He nods his head to show he’s listening, “I think we should be friends with benefits, like, officially.”

“Is that not what we are now?”

“No,” you respond. “You don’t get anything out of the current arrangement.”

“I can assure you, Bams, I get something out of it,” he argues. 

“Sure, but I don’t want it to feel like you’re doing me a favor,” you explain. “I want it to be equal and for you to be able to fuck me whenever you want and not just whenever I want.”

The corner of Jungkook’s lip quirks up.

“Bambi, if you let me fuck you whenever I want you’re never leaving the goddamn bedroom.”

“Koo.”

“Okay, I’m sorry, I hear you,” he says. “I think that’s a great idea. Happy to enter into an official friends with benefits arrangement with you.”

You clap excitedly at his approval and Jungkook chuckles before removing your legs from his lap. 

“I actually have something for you, too,” he tells you.

Jungkook stands and your eyes track his movement towards the dresser against the wall. He pulls out a small, recognizable, turquoise bag from one of the drawers and your eyebrows dramatically shoot up your forehead.

“So, do you remember when we talked about why you were upset at your first gyno appointment?” 

You nod at him, still thoroughly confused what that has to do with the gift in his hands.

A few weeks ago, Jungkook asked why you had such a sour expression in the waiting room that day and you explained the jealousy and imposter syndrome you felt in comparison to all the pregnant wives with their pretty wedding rings. Honestly, you never thought about it again after that conversation. 

“Jungkook, what’s in that bag?” 

He scratches his nape with a hesitant smile, a faint pink dusting his cheeks as he hands the bag over. You stare him down momentarily before slowly opening the gift. Once the tissue paper is gone, you see a velvet box nestled at the bottom of the bag. Biting your lip in anticipation, you reach in to pull it out before opening it to reveal what’s inside.

“Holy fuck, Koo!”

“Don’t worry, I’m not proposing!”

The most gorgeous ring you’ve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on sits between the cream fabric of the jewelry box. It’s got an oval shaped diamond in the middle, with smaller accent stones on the band made up of aquamarine and sapphire gemstones. 

“Jungkook,” you look up at him with tears threatening your waterline. 

His smile is undeniably charming as he approaches and sits beside you, wrapping his hands around yours which are still holding the jewelry box open.

“This isn’t supposed to be some pity gift or to make you blend in with all the other pregnant women around. I just thought that, you know, those spouses gave them a ring because they love each other and they want to spend their lives together. And well, I love you more than anything, and it’s already a given we’ll be together for the rest of our lives, even before the baby. So, why shouldn’t I give you a ring, too?” The tears break past their barrier and Jungkook reaches out to shoo them away. “I figured since the baby’s due date is in April there’s a good chance their birthstone will be a diamond, and then I added the aquamarine for your birthday and the sapphire for mine. If for some reason the baby is born in a different month, I can always get you another one with their actual gemstone.”

“Koo… I don’t know what to say,” you cry.

“You don’t have to say anything, Bams,” he assures you. “Can I put it on you?”

Upon your approval, Jungkook removes the ring from the jewelry box and delicately slides it onto your finger. Once it’s snug against your knuckle, he presses a chaste kiss to the back of your hand.

Your body moves without notifying your brain first, shoving the gift wrapping away from your lap and tugging Jungkook by his shirt until his lips crash into yours. The action produces a noise of surprise, but it only takes him a second to recover before he’s clutching your waist and pulling you into the seat of his lap.

You kiss him feverishly, tilting your head to gain more purchase over his mouth and force his lips apart. His fingertips dig into your sides as he responds in kind, kissing you with fervor and tracing your bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. A hand sinks into your hair and pulls your face down harder against his, making you hum amorously while your tongues dance together in the confines of your mouth.

It’s the first time you’ve kissed outside a sexual encounter, but you’re too busy devouring each other to worry about what that means.

Jungkook can’t seem to get enough, repeatedly pecking your lips even as you’re pulling away. You giggle at his attempts of chasing after your mouth, but soon enough he succeeds in getting you to kiss him again.

“Will you always kiss me like that if I buy you stuff?” He muses.

“Probably, yeah,” you respond.

“Then don’t be mad when I turn you into my sugar baby.”

Your forehead meets his when you laugh and he smiles at the sound.

It’s not certain why you kissed him rather than thanking him like normal friends do, but whether it’s gratitude or hormones or a secret third thing, you don’t care. The only thing that matters is the man in front of you and how much you utterly adore him.

“I love you so much, Jungkook. I’m so, so lucky to know you. You’re the most amazing person, man, friend, baby daddy, I don’t even know what else. I swear, you’re nothing short of a gift to this earth,” you tell him earnestly. 

He pulls you closer for another kiss rather than replying right away. 

“I’d do anything to make you happy, Bambi. I’m so glad you like it.”

“Like it? It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen!”

“You should look in the mirror then.”

Jungkook smirks, his head tilting with pride over his flirtatious remark. You smack his arm playfully before pulling him in for a hug, inhaling his scent while you bury your face in his neck.

The next time you visit your childhood home, you hide your left hand and spend at least five minutes explaining that it’s not what they think, so there’s no reason to freak out. Even after your extensive lecture, both your moms jump around as though they won the lottery when you finally reveal your hand to them.

That weekend you show it off to your friends when wine night rolls around again. It’s at Jihyo’s house this time, which is always the best because she has a hot tub. The girls unanimously decide to drink virgin mocktails tonight in solidarity with you and you all find recipes online and spend the first half of the evening concocting and tasting the drinks. 

Once the experimenting is over with, you change into your swimsuits for a dip in the jacuzzi. The girls squeal in delight when they see you in your black bikini with your small bump showing.

Nayeon is infectiously smiling and she places her palm on your abdomen after asking permission.

“I can’t believe your baby’s in here, I could cry!” She says.

“You sound like Jungkook,” you state. “He’s constantly caressing my baby bump so he can say hi to his little sweet potato.”

“Sweet potato?”

“That’s how big they are.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man more ready to be a dad than JK,” Jihyo says.

“No, definitely not. He’s so obsessed,” you concur.

“No shit. He made that plenty clear when he put a freaking ring on your finger,” Tzuyu says as she holds your left hand to admire the ring again.

“Also, can we take a minute to admire how hot you look in this? I mean, look at your tits, babe!” Mina says.

“Isn’t it insane? It’s like I walked out of a freaking hentai,” you reply. 

“And that, is reason number two why you have a ring,” Tzuyu notes. 

Rolling your eyes with a laugh, the five of you travel with drinks in hand to sink into the hot tub and begin your standard routine of catching up. All the girls are doing well, even Mina, who’s slowly getting back on her feet after the break up. When it’s your turn, you mentally prepare yourself for the slew of inquiries you already know are incoming.

“Okay, so explain this to me,” Jihyo starts. “You’re pregnant with his kid, you live in his house, you’re sleeping together, he gave you a diamond ring and told you it’s because he loves you and wants to spend the rest of his life with you, and yet you’re still just friends.”

“Don’t forget they made out afterwards,” Mina notes.

“Oh yeah, and then you made out afterwards!”

“We didn’t make out. We just kissed… a couple times,” you defend.

“Bitch!”

“Listen, I get it, alright? I know it seems bizarre from the outside, and honestly, it’s a little bizarre from the inside, too, but I don’t know, it just works.” You sigh and put your drink down. “I know that our friendship has all the aspects of an actual relationship, but it's like I've said before, I don't want to hold his hand, cuddle him, or go on dates. Maybe that's naive of me, but the things I felt in my past relationships, I don’t feel with Jungkook.”

“Maybe because you feel more?” Nayeon responds. “You've known each other all your lives, it only makes sense you don't feel all that early relationship giddiness. What would be the point of going on a date when you know him better than you know yourself?” 

“Have you asked Jungkook how he feels?” Mina asks.

You shake your head.

“We don’t really need to talk about stuff like that,” you state. 

“Don’t need to? Or don’t want to?” Tzuyu questions.

“What’s gonna happen when you want to date other people once the baby is born? Are you just gonna tell your partner you live with your best friend/baby daddy and when they’re ready, they can move in, too?” Jihyo asks.

“I honestly haven’t thought about that,” you admit.

“Yeah, because you already know deep down you’re never going to want anyone but him,” Nayeon tells you. 

You grab your drink again and take a sip while their comments permeate your mind. 

“You guys are probably right, I can admit that,” you say. “But right now, I have so many more important things to think about than romance. Jungkook and I are happy and that’s all that matters to me.”

“Just don’t put it so far in the back of your mind that you forget about it, okay? Especially because Jungkook might have it at the front of his mind, and I know you would never want to hurt him,” Jihyo responds.

Nodding as you absorb her advice, you offer her a grateful smile before sipping from your glass again. 

When you arrive home afterwards, Jungkook is playing a video game on the couch, Bam lying comfortably on his left and Usagi curled up on the right. It brings a smile to your face as you remove your jacket and hang your keys on the hook by the door. Jungkook merely waves as you enter so he can focus on whatever final boss he’s fighting. Taking a seat in the armchair beside him, you curl your knees to your chest and rest your head in your hand. 

“How was it?” He asks without looking away from the screen.

“It was really nice. I took a picture for you,” you tell him.

“A picture?”

“Yeah, the girls said I looked hot in my bikini and that you would be upset if you didn’t get to see it,” you explain.

“Well, they would be very correct.”

You admire him for a moment, chuckling when his tongue presses on the inside of his cheek as he focuses on his endeavor. 

The conversation earlier tonight rustles around uncomfortably in your mind and eventually eats away at your resolve. There’s truly nothing you fear more than unintentionally hurting Jungkook, and if he does want more, you’ll give him your heart without hesitation, regardless of your own feelings. His happiness is the most important thing in the world to you.

“Koo?”

“Hmm.”

“Are you happy?”

Jungkook’s eyebrows pinch together, and he’s quick to pause his game and put the controller down so he can give you his full attention.

“What do you mean?”

You chew on your lip as you struggle to properly vocalize your feelings.

“Are you happy with our relationship, with what we are to each other?” You ask nervously. 

Jungkook looks at you curiously and with slight concern coloring his features due to your line of questioning.

“Yeah, I am,” he answers. “I don’t know what the future has in store for us, and it would be a lie to say I’m not curious, but I’ve never been happier in my life, Bambi. Why do you ask?”

“We were talking about it tonight and I just… I don’t know. It seems obvious, doesn’t it? We should be a couple by anyone else’s standards, but my brain just doesn’t see it that way,” you explain.

Jungkook hums intuitively and sits back against the cushions, running his hands through his hair as he mulls over your explanation. 

“Sure, maybe it’s obvious to others, but they’re not us. They weren't there while we stood by one another through thick and thin all these years. I don’t think other people can even begin to comprehend our bond.” He reaches his hand out for you and you join him on the couch. “I don’t need a label, Bams. Friends, fuck buddies, lovers, partners, I honestly don’t care. You’re here beside me and that’s all I care about.” 

Your forehead meets his shoulder in relief. It’s precisely what you were expecting him to say, but it’s comforting nonetheless to hear the words from his own mouth.

"What about you?" He asks.

"Hmm, I think fuck buddies is pretty hot."

Jungkook pulls you into his lap before you can register it and attacks your waist with lively fingers. The tickling sensation makes you screech and laugh maniacally, your voice filtering inbetween the sounds as you beg him to cease his torment. It’s the normal, mundane behavior you always partake in and even though you’re genuinely suffering, you wouldn’t trade moments like this for the world.

Maybe one day things will change between you, but for now, you don’t need anything more than this.

The following morning, Jungkook's sitting on the edge of your bed when you remember to show him the photo taken of you last night. When you do, his head snaps back as he groans regretfully. 

“You’re fucking joking, Bambi,” he grits through his teeth.

“What?” You ask innocently.

There's a sly grin on your face as pride swells in your chest because of his reaction.

“This is unfair. This is… cruel and unusual punishment!”

“How?”

“Because you looked like this and I didn’t see it!”

“Jungkook, you could see me naked right now if you wanted to,” you argue. 

Jungkook’s pout disappears and his head twists like a confused puppy, as if that possibility hadn’t even occurred to him. Before you have the chance tease him for forgetting about your little arrangement, he’s pulling you down the bed by your ankles and crawling over you. You giggle as he bends down to kiss along your thighs and hips during his ascent. He pauses over your baby bump, pulling your shirt up and kissing your belly gingerly.

“Sorry, little one, Mommy and I have some important business to attend to,” he whispers against your skin. 

An endeared smile appears on your lips, but Jungkook is kissing it away once he reaches you. You moan into his mouth as he slips his tongue between your teeth. His hands skim along your waist as pulls your shirt over your head before beginning to unbutton your jeans. After he’s successfully stripped you down, he goes to massage your tits and you whine at his touch.

“Sensitive, Bams?” Your only response is a whimper as he continues to fondle you. “Does this help or no?”

“Yes,” you sigh. “Please don’t stop, Koo.”

He obeys and continues to play with your boobs through your bra, pushing them together and squeezing them tactfully with his large hands. He admires your swollen mounds for a while before kissing across the tops of them, letting his tongue drag along your skin until you squirm beneath him.

“God, I’m really gonna miss these after the baby’s born,” he notes. 

As if to prove his point, he gently bites down on the supple flesh. 

“They’ll be bigger than normal afterwards, but not this big,” you tell him. 

His thumb absentmindedly traces over one of your nipples until it pokes against the fabric of your bra as he hums in acknowledgment. 

“Can I fuck them?”

“Sorry, what?”

“Can I fuck your tits, Bambi?”

He’s sporting the most hopeful look imaginable and you already know you’re going to allow it before your brain reaches that conclusion.

“Sure,” you reply, unhooking your bra and removing it from your body. “You gotta take your shirt off though. I need a good view while you do this.”

Jungkook smirks while rising to his knees to pull his shirt over his head with one hand. You genuinely despise how wet you get just from the one motion alone. He stands to remove his pants and boxers and you eye him hungrily when his cock comes into view. Jungkook goes to stroke himself, but you shake your head and beckon him to you with your pointer finger. 

His eyes are alight as he hurries to join you on the bed, settling his knees next to your hips so you can reach him. 

Spitting into your palm, you move your hand languidly along Jungkook’s shaft to get him hard. He moans softly, his head tipping back and giving you an ideal view of his throat. 

“Shit, Bams,” he curses. 

His hand descends to your head, holding himself steady between the strands of your hair. While you jack him off, he hovers over the valley of your breasts and allows drool to drop from his lips. You stare wide-eyed as he removes your hand from his cock before placing himself directly in the middle of your tits. Jungkook coats his searing hot skin in the saliva, slowly running his dick along your cleavage and making your mouth drop open in awe.

You squeeze your boobs together by pushing against them with your upper arms, creating a perfect tunnel just for his pleasure. He groans and kisses you in gratitude, the hand in your hair tugging to make you whimper. 

Jungkook begins leisurely, pulling his hips back and staring with unbound intensity as his cock leaves the warmth of your tits before slowly returning again. The sight of his shaft disappearing into your swollen breasts forces his eyes to roll.

“Oh, fuck, Bams, you have no idea how good this feels,” he tells you. 

His tempo gains speed, but not by much, he's still too mesmerized by the gorgeous vision of you beneath him, his cock stuffed between your plump breasts. The same ones which are only full because he fucked a baby into you. The possessiveness of the act has him growling under his breath. 

"Yeah? If it feels so good, you should fuck 'em like you mean it," you taunt.

Jungkook’s doe eyes blink out of existence, turning him from prey to predator in a split second. He holds the wicked eye contact as his fingers scratch at your scalp and he readjusts his grip before thrusting into your cleavage with a fury. 

You gasp at the change spurred on by your words, but automatically push harder on your flesh to suffocate his cock with your breasts. Jungkook groans at the tightness and you can't peel your eyes away from him as he throws his head back and the veins in his neck pulse.

“God, Jungkook, you’re so fucking sexy.”

Jungkook's moans are melodious as he pumps his cock back and forth and he looks to be experiencing pure bliss, but honestly, so are you. You weren’t prepared for the feeling of his dick sliding along your skin or his balls slapping against the underside of your breasts to feel this euphoric. 

"Me? Fuck, Bambi, you have no fucking clue what you do to me," Jungkook responds breathlessly.

The brat inside in you awakens upon hearing his words, wanting to drive him even crazier in response.

You stick your tongue out while tilting your head down, and a monstrous growl comes from Jungkook’s throat when he realizes what you’re doing. You lick and suckle on his cockhead every time it greets you, and Jungkook makes sure to momentarily hold his position between thrusts to allow your lips to work their magic on him. The more efficient glide caused by the fusion of your combined drool makes everything so much more sensual.

Jungkook must grow restless, or at least hungry for more, because his cock disappears from your chest only for him to shove himself into your open mouth instead. You gladly accept the intrusion, moaning in ecstasy as your lips stretch to accommodate him.

“Fuck, good girl,” Jungkook grunts as his hips continue their pursuit.

His strokes force his cock deep into your throat while you lick the underside of his shaft and make the whole thing debilitatingly sloppy. You’re drooling only a few moments in, the liquid rolling down and soaking his balls which slap against your chin with every thrust. Jungkook is extremely appreciative of your efforts, yanking your hair and incoherently praising you with his head towards the ceiling. 

To be quite frank, you would suck Jungkook off every second of the fucking day if he so allowed. 

The sensation of our lips around his thick cock and his tip abusing your esophagus is hands down one of the best feelings to ever be discovered by the human race. Even as you violently gag and struggle to breathe, you’re borderline obsessed with sending Jungkook to his grave via your sweet mouth.

“Shit, babygirl, don’t fucking stop.”

Jungkook feeds more of his cock to you one thrust at a time until your nose is buried in his pubic hair. Once he’s entirely nestled in the confines of your throat, he halts and holds your head in its position. You force yourself to breathe through your nose and moan as loud as possible so he can feel your throat constrict around his shaft.

His movements reignite after he chokes on air at the feeling of your tight muscles clenching on his cock. You lick along his velvety skin as he fucks your mouth, wanting to provide the most pleasure to him as possible. After a particular loud gag when you deep throat his tip, Jungkook’s hips stutter and his grip on your hair turns deadly.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispers, his eyes watching you like a wild animal. “Can I come on your tits, Bambi?”

You moan affirmatively and nod your head as best you can with his dick stuffed between your lips. He resumes his strokes and you grant him complete control, letting him use your mouth however he pleases.

When his abs clench before your eyes and you feel his balls tighten, you assist his fall from grace by suctioning your lips around him. As soon as you do, Jungkook cries out and removes himself from your warm mouth. You desperately inhale to replace the oxygen you lost while he fists his throbbing cock and aims at your tits. 

The feeling of his warm cum splashing against your breasts brings your attention downward. Your gaze sharpens with hunger when you see Jungkook squeezing his cock to send his seed all over your fatty flesh. He paints the sexiest picture imaginable on your skin, the white liquid landing sporadically across your chest before he rubs the essence in with the head of his dick. 

“Oh, Koo, holy shit,” you moan as your head falls back against the pillows. 

Jungkook switches gears almost instantaneously once his cock is devoid of semen, clutching your boobs in his hands and kissing them so he can lick his cum away.

The vision of him eating his own seed off your shiny tits almost makes you climax yourself. His tongue works in circles to swallow every last drop, the warm muscle tracing over your skin diligently as he makes provocative eye contact with you. 

“Jungkook, you’re gonna make me come, too, if you keep looking at me like that,” you tell him honestly.

“Really? Should we try it?”

The smirk appears in his eyes before ever gracing his lips, and he continues kissing your breasts without restraint as he moan into them. It's only when he rolls his hips and his semi-hard cock grinds against your pussy that you realize he's being serious. You whimper when his actions force your lace underwear to rub your clit and try grabbing his shoulders to cease the torment, but Jungkook just steals your hands and pushes them into the mattress on either side of your hips.

"Koo, please," you whine.

He's still making filthy eye contact with you while sucking on your spit soaked tits, and your cries only spur him on to dry hump you harder.

You want to say the reason you come entirely untouched in under two minutes is because of the pregnancy, but deep down you know he'd be able to pleasure you just as successfully without the baby in your womb.

Jungkook kisses you messily once you've come down from your high and your tongues dance together until you’re sharing in his taste. 

“That was s’fucking hot,” he mumbles against your lips.

You nod in agreement and lace your hands in his hair, tilting your head to create a better angle so you can kiss him with more intensity. His lips mirror your movements while he caresses your outline and pulls you in by your waist.

Jungkook’s idea of an appropriate thank you for surrendering your body to his need is to pull four more orgasms from your battered pussy, the climaxes split equally between his tongue and his cock. Afterwards, when you genuinely believe you’ve become one with the mattress, he happily reminds you his original goal of giving you five orgasms has finally been achieved, and to prepare yourself to enter double digit territory very soon. 

FIVE 

When your pregnancy reaches the halfway point you and Jungkook decide it’s finally time to complete the necessary shopping and subsequent decoration of the nursery. Since the baby’s gender is a mystery, you plan to design their bedroom with gender neutral colors and you choose an animal theme to honor your existing children, Bam and Usagi. 

Before actually heading to the store you lie in bed scrolling across endless websites looking for inspiration. 

Throughout your years, whenever you imagined this moment with your future partner, you never thought they’d be so animated about tasks such as this. You assumed, like many men, they would let you make all the decisions and nod in approval at your choices. Jungkook is nothing of the sort, which you should’ve predicted given what you already know about him, but it still makes you swoon when his face lights up over a hanging mobile that looks identical to Bammie. 

Once you’re physically present amongst the multitude of baby items, the labyrinth of aisles and example nurseries overwhelms you. The baby section of IKEA is like an expecting mother’s version of The Shining maze. It’s impossible to see everything even if you come back religiously to shop. Jungkook’s loose grip on your hand is doing nothing for your nerves, and even he seems to be dazed by the endless display of trinkets.  

“How the fuck are we gonna do this?” He whispers beside you. 

On one hand, he means perusing through the infinite options, but on the other, you know he’s also talking about resisting your unbridled desire to splurge on everything in sight.

There’s a list on your phone which becomes your saving grace so you can stay organized as you enter the labyrinth together and pray you exit unscathed and with money still in Jungkook’s bank account.

Honestly, you can’t take either of you anywhere, because despite the daunting shopping list, you fool around in nearly every section. 

Jungkook decides the best way to choose a diaper table is to lift you onto them while you smack him as quietly as you can to bring you back to earth. He giggles incessantly every single time he does it, and eventually you allow him without retort to grab your waist and drop you on the tables one by one. For rugs, which hang down from the wall and can be flipped through like a book, Jungkook pulls you against him and wraps the thick fabric in a cocoon around you both while you screech about losing oxygen. When you get to the lamp aisle, you join in his antics as you reenact the Pixar intro together. 

There are pillows thrown, blankets smushed into faces, toys juggled until they fall to the floor with a loud crash, and many more childish activities occurring between you. Hopefully, no one is watching you, because if anyone saw your immature behavior they’d probably call for eugenics. 

At some point, you part ways because Jungkook remembers his need for some new kitchen utensils. While he heads towards the home and appliances section, you continue your search for the ideal bookshelf. 

After about ten minutes, you begin meandering through IKEA to collect your best friend so he can help you decide between two pieces of furniture. When you find him, he’s staring with a crease in his brow at the shelves which contain various sizes of mixing bowls. Before you’re able to grab his attention, two women appear behind him, and you recognize the hungry gaze in their eyes immediately. 

You’ve dealt with this behavior around Jungkook all your life, women flock to him as though he possesses some unseen force specifically designed to lure them in. This is different, though, because you’re no longer his wing woman, you’re the person bringing his kid into the world. 

You aren’t scowling at them purposefully, but you’re rightfully possessive of the clueless man still debating on buying a glass or steel bowl while he’s being ogled like a piece of meat.

“Koo,” you call, reaching your left hand towards him. 

You wiggle your fingers as you outstretch your limb, making sure your pretty ring catches the light and sparkles directly in their line of sight. Maybe you also slightly push your jacket away and rest your hand over your protruding womb, just maybe.

Jungkook glances your way and is at your side in a moment, his hand automatically clasping around your digits as he searches your face for the reason you’re beckoning him over.

Satisfaction fills your system when the women frown and roll their eyes as they leave the aisle. Jungkook never took notice of them the entire time, and something about that knowledge makes you feel prideful. 

One by one your list dwindles until there’s only one final item remaining. The crib section is the largest one yet, with row upon row of baby cradles stretching at least a football field wide. There doesn’t seem to be any organization to them, either, with more advanced ones sitting beside basic pieces that have most likely been here since the eighties.

“What’s the difference between all these?” Jungkook asks in exasperation.

“I have no clue,” you respond.

When your eyes meet, there’s a silent agreement made to split up and cover more ground. Jungkook goes left while you go right, and slowly, but surely, you traverse the area with motherly determination. 

Some are super simplistic, while others have built in baby monitors and teething rings. You didn’t realize it was possible to design so many variations of the same thing. 

Approximately halfway through your half of the room, one of the cribs catches your attention. It’s uncertain why, because truthfully, it looks identical to at least twelve others, but something about it calls to you and you pause to analyze the furniture further. 

It has a decent amount of bells and whistles, but not too many that you fear getting lost in its sauce. You can tell your little one is metaphorically nudging you to choose it for their bed and the longer you stare, the more it just screams “baby Jeon” at you. Jungkook notices your stance before a particular crib from across the room and makes his way towards you. His hand on your lower back alerts you he’s there and you look at him expectantly.

“Do you like it?” You nod enthusiastically, hope brimming in your eyes. “Let’s see how much it is.”

Jungkook’s face falls after leaning over to check the tag, and you follow his line of sight to examine it yourself.

You gawk at the obscenely large number. 

“Ok, no, nevermind.”

“Wait.” Jungkook stops you by grabbing your hand. “Do you love this one, Bambi?”

“Not that much!” 

“No, you shouldn’t love anything for this much.” Jungkook sighs and looks around for any fellow shoppers. “But do you love it enough to, ya know, nab it?”

You stare incredulously, because there’s no way your filthy rich baby daddy just suggested stealing from IKEA.

“You want us to steal our baby’s future bed?” 

“It would make for a good story, wouldn’t it?” 

“Koo, no!”

“Oh come on, Bams, it’ll be just like old times,” he argues. 

“Old times? Just because we’ve knicked some stuff from restaurants and department stores over the years doesn’t make us kleptos, Jungkook.”

“It’s not like IKEA’s gonna miss it!”

“You’re a millionaire,” you remind him.

“So? Doesn’t mean I like spending my money,” he retorts.

Scoffing and crossing your arms over your chest, you eye Jungkook from your periphery, and unfortunately for your conscience, he looks adorably eager to get an adrenaline rush while saving loads of money. Your eyes shut and you slowly inhale before reluctantly turning towards him. 

“Alright, how do we do this?” 

Jungkook explains his master plan in a low whisper as he scopes your surroundings for anyone looking to foil it. Since larger purchases are collected at the same time as checkout, Jungkook’s brilliant idea is for you to take the crib and lure someone into loading the box in the car while he pays for the non-stolen items. That way, whoever assists you will believe you’re a paying customer. 

So, now you’re standing with a dolly containing the crib beside your car which you pulled around to the entrance. Waving down an unsuspecting employee, you smile graciously at him and dramatically stick your baby bump out so he knows how helpless and frail you are.

“Hi, could you help me load this in my car? My husband is still at the checkout,” you lie with siren eyes and point to Jungkook where he’s conversing with the woman scanning your items. 

The employee doesn’t even think twice, and agrees with a massive grin as he lifts the heavy box into your trunk. You thank him repeatedly, giving him a full ninety degree bow before hopping into the driver's seat to park the car and wait for your accomplice. 

Your hands anxiously rap against the wheel while you wait for Jungkook to join you in your getaway car. When he finally emerges from behind the large automatic doors, you breathe a sigh of relief and move to the passenger seat while he travels across the parking lot to you. He doesn’t speak at first, but he’s grinning from ear to ear as you buckle your seatbelts and pull away from the store with your stolen treasure stashed beneath the rest of our haul in the trunk. 

Jungkook giggles cheerfully and wiggles in his seat once you’ve successfully pulled off your heist and are driving down the main road again. You roll your eyes, but a small laugh escapes you when you glance at the large box containing the expensive cradle. 

“I can’t believe we did that,” you state.

“Was that not fun? Your little acting gig was so cute,” he says adoringly. “I liked the husband part, too.”

He winks and all you can do to hide the evident blush appearing on your face is shake your head at his antics. 

“I wanted to come off as pure and innocent as possible,” you explain. 

The conversation shifts away from your morally questionable actions until you’re pulling back into the garage and Jungkook turns to you with a proud smirk. 

“Bams, do you know what this makes us?” You shake your head. “Cradle robbers.”

You suffer a horrendous stomach cramp from how hard you laugh.

Jungkook recounts the events of your infamous shopping trip with full animation to your friends the following weekend when you gather at the bowling alley. You’ve reserved a large table and two lanes for the eleven of you, but haven’t started bowling yet since you’re waiting on the pizza and drinks to be delivered to the table. 

The conversation circles around the entire table as everyone provides updates about their current situations. Of course, they’re all eager to hear baby updates, so you and Jungkook go last to keep them on their toes.

You explain how announcing the pregnancy at work went and about the little celebratory lunch your coworkers threw you. Honestly, the sole reason you told people at your office is because your bump is too conspicuous to hide anymore. 

Which is precisely why Jungkook is so ecstatic to come down the stairs each morning. He absolutely adores your baby bump and will leap at any opportunity to caress or kiss your womb. After wishing you a good morning, he always bends down to greet your unborn child, too. On the couch together he’ll absentmindedly massage your skin and if he’s feeling rambunctious he’ll attack your belly with kisses and make you squeal with laughter. While cooking or washing dishes you often feel his hands holding your stomach from behind and then his voice will filter into your ears as he says hello to your little one. 

The various moments of affection make your heart leap from your chest and you worry about your survival upon seeing him actually interact with your child once they’re born. 

Jungkook tells the table about the newest game he’s designing and you watch with a gentle smile as his eyes light up while talking about his hard work.

“How’s Y/N coming along?” Taehyung asks him.

“Um, what?”

“He means the game version of you,” Jin answers you.

You glance at Jungkook expectantly, but he’s chugging his drink to avoid answering. When the beverage is entirely gone, he clears his throat and scratches the back of his neck.

“You guys weren’t supposed to say anything, you know,” he scolds his friends. “They’re talking about a character I’m designing in the game.”

“That you named after me?”

“Yeah.”

“Jungkook, I didn’t even know you knew my name,” you say.

He smiles and messes with your hair affectionately.

“Of course I know it, Bambi!” You shove his hand away with a giggle. “Every single game I’ve ever made has a character named after you, or at least, some variation of your name.” Your eyes turn into saucers. “This is the first time I’m using your actual name, though.”

“He gave you huge tits, Y/N,” Jimin tells you. 

Jungkook slaps Jimin’s arm in retaliation. 

“Clearly, it’s because Jungkook strives for accuracy,” Chaewon comments. 

The pizza arrives and stalls your conversation, but the words remain at the forefront of your mind. The thought of Jungkook weaving you into his work all these years makes you feel infinitely warm and fuzzy, and you find yourself grabbing his hand without realizing. Placing a couple chaste kisses to his fingers, you hum contently before resting your cheek against his knuckles. He responds by leaning over to kiss your forehead, letting his lips linger there as he inhales the scent of your shampoo.

“Can you show me them when we get home?” You whisper so only he can hear. 

“‘Course, Bambi,” he replies, his eyes disappearing from how broad his smile is.

Once the food is essentially demolished, you begin bowling, splitting your group in half per your usual rules. It’s always a five/five split with an even amount of girls and guys. Then, designated team captains play rock, paper, scissors over who gets Jungkook. It’s almost a guarantee the team he’s on will win, and one time he single-handedly beat all ten of you, so it’s paramount to have him as an ally.

Unfortunately, Jimin loses to Yoongi and Jungkook becomes public enemy number one. You, Eunchae, Jimin, Hoseok, and Namjoon bowl on one lane while the other team bowls on the twin lane beside it and you’ll compare the total scores of both teams at the end.

Bowling is already your villain origin story, but your pregnant belly, aching back, and swollen feet don’t aid you in the slightest. It’s a struggle to even hold the bowling ball correctly because your fingers are too swollen to use your regular size and the larger ball is too heavy for you.

After your third gutter ball in a row, Jungkook takes a sip of his drink and jogs across the lane to join you for your turn. 

His entire team hollers in anger, but he’s quick to turn around and scold them.

“Nuh uh, mother of my kid here, I’m helping,” he tells them. 

“You would help me even if I wasn’t pregnant, Koo,” you retort. 

He pushes his pointer finger against his lips and you giggle in secret.

Jungkook grabs the bowling ball from the rack while you get into position. When you indicate you’re good to go, he holds it up so you can place your fingers in the holes. He keeps a loose grip on the ball just under your own hands and guides your movement of stepping back before underhand throwing it down the lane. 

Your team cheers when the ball rolls precisely down the center of the lane and seamlessly knocks over every pin for a perfect strike. The friends on the opposing team all groan, even though they’re still miles ahead of you score wise. Your feet repeatedly leave the floor as you do a victory dance before turning around to thank Jungkook with a hug. 

Even with Jungkook’s assistance, your team still loses by a landslide, but luckily, you don’t have to partake in the punishment fireball shot due to the little ear of corn growing inside you. 

Jungkook was slightly less pleased with the size comparison this time around, arguing through a pout that it isn’t a cute enough shape to describe his little one. 

There’s a second round with the same teams and you embarrassingly get your asses handed to you again. Once your teammates are done with their second fireball shot of the evening, everyone disperses to enjoy the arcade machines nearby. You and the girls head straight for the photobooth, but return to the table immediately following the impromptu photoshoot to talk instead of wasting your money on gotcha games like the men.

You catch up on the more feminine details of life while the guys are gone, covering all the topics you can’t amongst the full friend group. When the girls question you about your newfound sex life with Jungkook, you take a languid sip of your drink before leaning in to divulge all the details.

“It’s honestly been fucking insane, I genuinely think Jungkook is part demon,” you explain. “He can just go for like… hours.”

“God, I’m so jealous. The last guy I dated came in less than two minutes and I had to get myself off in the shower afterwards,” Yunjin complains. 

“At least he let you do it yourself. I went on a date last month with a guy who was determined to make me come from oral and I had to literally beg him to get off me because he was so bad at it,” Eunchae counters.

Everyone grimaces at her story and Chaewon passes her a shot across the table. 

“I’m glad you’re getting your shit rocked, though. You deserve it!” 

“That’s honestly an understatement and oh! I almost forgot to tell you.” You scooch across the seats to whisper your next words to them. “We tried anal last week.”

The gasps from your friends are astonishingly loud and you have to shush the three of them before someone overhears your not-safe-for-the-bowling-alley conversation. 

“Shut up!” Chaewon yells.

“Did you like it?” Yunjin wonders.

Rather than verbally responding, you allow the motion of your eyes rolling back into your head to be your answer.

The memory is still fresh in your mind as if it happened only ten minutes ago. 

Jungkook’s facial expression is one of pure determination as he reads the instructions for assembling the changing table you bought. You watch the way his brow creases in confusion while Usagi purrs aggressively from her spot on your lap. Your best friend refuses to accept assistance because he believes he can build it all by himself, even though you can already see the screws coming loose in his brain. 

After a long while of dissecting the instructions, Jungkook begins putting pieces of the white furniture together and it slowly takes shape. 

In the meantime, you sort through the hand-me-down books from your parents and place them in alphabetical order on the bookshelf Jungkook built the day prior. About an hour later, you hear him sigh dramatically from behind you and look over your shoulder at him. 

“Can we take a break, Bams?” He asks through a huff.

“Sure, what do you wanna do instead?”

An enticing smirk appears before you and you struggle to resist rolling your eyes. Even so, you stand to take his hand and lead him into his bedroom across the hall. 

As soon as the door clicks shut, Jungkook is pressing you against the wood with your hands held hostage on either side of your head. His knee parts your legs as he pushes his muscular thigh against your cunt so you can feel it flexing. You whine for more and Jungkook obliges by grinding into you. 

“You know, sometimes I worry we’re gonna hurt the baby from how often we do this,” he whispers.

You simply chuckle in response.

“We’re not gonna hurt the baby, Koo. They’re all the way up here,” you say while pointing to your womb.

“Yeah, but I am pretty big.” You teasingly slap his chest and he captures your lips with a smooch. “I was just thinking, maybe we should try something else.”

“Something else?” 

You pull back and rest your head against the door. 

“Mmhmm.” He cradles your cheek with one hand and you nuzzle your face in his palm. “Like, letting me hit it from the back.”

Your brow scrunches at his audacity, immediately removing your face from his grasp. 

“Are you talking about you sticking your dick in my ass?” Jungkook nods with a boyish grin. “Jungkook, you just mentioned how big you are, and now you’re saying you want to stick that monster in the tightest hole on my body?” 

“That’s right, yeah.”

“Get off me!”

“No, wait, Bambi.” He snatches your hands as you attempt to pry him away. “Listen, if you really don’t want to, that’s fine, but I have toys to get you ready and everything. I would never hurt you, you know that.”

“Have you ever done it before, do you even know what you’re doing?”

“I have, yeah, a few years ago.”

You theatrically cross your arms over your chest while you ponder the idea. Honestly, it’s something you’ve always wanted to try, but you never imagined doing it with someone as well endowed as Jungkook. Then again, there isn’t anyone you trust more than him.

“We’ll go slow, right?” Jungkook nods enthusiastically as he watches your mental fortitude crack. “Fuck it, let’s go.”

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Jungkook kisses you briefly before heading to his closet to rummage through his collection of sex toys, which you only found out existed when he pushed a vibrator against your clit while eating you out a couple weeks ago.

You swing your legs back and forth on his bed to distract from the raging anxiety pooling in your stomach. You know your nervousness is completely unfounded, because every intimate moment you’ve shared with Jungkook so far has been the most enjoyable sexual experience of your life.

When he returns to you, there’s a purple anal plug between his fingers which he wiggles to show off to you. Facing your palms up, you watch him drop it into the cradle of your hands for you to examine. It’s unironically cute. The toy is dark purple with a slight shimmer and the base is actually a big, faux diamond. 

“You’ve never used this on anyone else, right?” You ask curiously. 

“Nope,” he answers with a pop.

“Alright, so how does this work?” 

“Get undressed and I’ll show you.”

You follow his instructions and strip naked before his eyes while he mirrors your movements. Once your clothes are strewn together in a pile on the floor, you sit so Jungkook can stand between your legs.

He grips your chin with two fingers and tugs. Your jaw drops open immediately upon his wordless command and you gaze up at him with big, innocent eyes. Jungkook’s stare turns dark and his eyes glaze over with lust while he analyzes the pretty features of your face. He slowly pushes the toy between your lips, letting you soak the material with your drool. You maintain eye contact with him as you suck on the silicone and swirl your tongue around it inside your mouth. 

“Good girl,” Jungkook praises, grabbing your chin again and making you release the toy back into his other hand. “Now turn around.”

Scooting across the bed, you maneuver to all fours once you’re somewhere in the middle. You feel the mattress dip as Jungkook joins you and his warmth slowly closes in on you. 

Without warning, you hear him spit and wetness instantly meets your puckered hole. The unfamiliar sensation causes a strained gasp, but it morphs into a moan when Jungkook presses his thumb against your rim and slowly works you open.

His other hand traces along your folds, making you shutter from the featherlight touch. Your essence begins to collect on his fingers before his hand disappears from your pussy entirely. Initially, you make a noise of confusion, but then you hear slurping from behind you and realize he’s sucking your juices off his digits. You arch your back to silently beg for more of his touch, and he chuckles around his fingers at your neediness, spanking you harshly with his other hand. You’re still moaning from the sting when his fingers return to circle your sensitive nub.

The dual sensations have your mind spinning in tumultuous circles. 

“Fuck, Koo.”

“Feel good?” 

“So fucking good,” you whimper.

“Just you wait,” he brags.

Jungkook pleasures you slowly, mirroring the pace with both hands. Eventually, the tip of his thumb sinks into your tight hole and you mewl, your head falling forward and meeting the mattress below. It takes time, but after a while of Jungkook playing with you like you’re his favorite toy, his thumb goes in past his knuckle and he starts fucking it into you. 

The feeling makes you keen and grip desperately onto the sheets. Soon enough, both his hands leave you and you’re left wanting until you feel his tongue tracing your hole. 

“Holy shit,” you gasp.

His hands spread your asscheeks apart and he squeezes them in his big hands while he eats your ass.

You genuinely believe you’re going to have to be placed in an asylum. It feels like your very soul is on fire and Jungkook’s tongue on your puckered hole is straight gasoline. 

Your eyes roll so deep into your skull you worry they’ll get stuck there. 

Jungkook licks over your hole before fucking his tongue into you and the feeling of his wet muscle inside your ass is mind boggling. He works with expert tact, forcing his tongue inside and using the drool falling from his mouth to wet the area and then kitten licking you.

His tongue is warm and sopping wet on your rim and you never could’ve predicted it would feel this good.

He gives your right asscheek a hard smack only to bring his hand to your pussy so he can finger you, too. His fingertips tease along your slit without ever going where you really want him. You whine disapprovingly, but he pacifies you a moment later by rubbing your clit in tight circles and forcing a cry from your throat. 

His movements on your clit are harsh in comparison to the languid strokes of his tongue. The stark contrast splits your mind in half and your body isn’t able to keep up with all the pleasure it’s receiving. Before you know it, hot tears are rolling down your face and wetting the sheets beneath you.

“Jungkook, oh my God,” you weep desperately.

You’re so overstimulated you can no longer comprehend what he’s doing to you. The combination of him pressing on your pearl and his tongue sinking into your ass is simply too obscene.

When his mouth leaves you with a single, sloppy kiss, you involuntarily whine at the loss of contact and Jungkook shushes you as he massages the flesh of your ass with one hand.

After a moment, you hear Jungkook spit and feel the wet tip of the anal plug pressing against your asshole. You chuckle when the realization hits you that he was always going to need to relubricate the toy, and coating it with your saliva was merely a display for his pleasure.  

You tense as soon as the plug begins to sink further into you.

“Relax, babygirl,” he coos. “Take a deep breath.”

You listen attentively and fill your lungs with air just as he’s finishing pushing the toy into you. Rather than an exhale, it’s a strangled moan that exits your lungs. 

“Holy fuck, Jungkook” you cry.

“You’re okay, Bambi. I’ve got you,” he reassures you. “Does that feel alright?” 

You nod repeatedly, pushing your ass back against his hands in a silent plea for him to do something before you go crazy. The only reply you receive is a melodious, baritone chuckle.

Jungkook tilts your hips to give him better access to you. The movement makes the plug press deeper into your hole and you whine at the novel sensation. You feel his tongue lick all the way up your cunt a couple times before he starts making out with your leaking pussy from behind.

His lips move in sloppy circles while he eats you out and then he’s spitting on you so he can make it even messier. The feeling makes you delirious and if he wasn’t still firmly holding your hips you’d surely fall flat on your face.

As his tongue fucks into you, the muscle presses against the toy in your ass from within your velvet walls and you nearly rip his sheets as the fullness overwhelms you. You’re sobbing hysterically as he switches between kissing your cunt and flattening his tongue over your clit.

He moves his face back and forth on your nub before sucking and letting his teeth scrape the sensitive flesh. You scream bloody murder and cry his name into the linen.

“Jungkook, I can’t —”

“You gotta come, babygirl,” he tells you. 

“Koo,” you sob as your forehead presses into the mattress. 

“You can do it, Bams.” He places a wet kiss on your clit. “Come for me, baby.”

He licks you at an obscene pace, curling his tongue to lap up your essence before baby birding it onto your clit so he can massage your nerve endings with his tongue. Your orgasm is unbelievably powerful, forcing your hips forward as you wail incoherently into the bed. Jungkook continues to drink your cum until your cries settle into soft whimpers. 

Once the high simmers and your body is shaking with aftershocks, Jungkook gently presses on the anal plug. You keen and arch your back as it sinks further inside you. 

“You think you can keep going?” Jungkook moves your hair to one side so he can kiss your shoulder, his lips lingering there while he continues. “It’s alright if you can’t, Bambi.”

“I… I want to, Koo.”

He hums proudly in your ear.

“That’s my girl.”

Jungkook kisses your cheek before rising to his knees again. Your asscheeks are forced apart by his warm hands so he can drip more of his saliva around the toy. Then, he bends down to bite on your fatty flesh and you giggle at the comparably sweet affection.

“I’m gonna take the toy out and slowly push in, alright?”

“Mmhmm, I trust you.”

Just as he said, Jungkook holds onto the base and slowly removes the toy from your hole. The feeling makes your jaw drop as it spreads you open again upon its departure. 

The emptiness only lasts a mere moment before you feel the head of Jungkook’s cock at your entrance as he guides the tip into your tight hole.

“Oh fuck,” you whine. 

You bite on your hand to relieve the pressure building within your body. Even with all the preparation, the movement of Jungkook’s cock entering you inch by inch is heart stopping.

“Tell me if you need me to stop,” Jungkook says.

You shake your head aggressively. No words will be passing through your lips for some time, every motor function in your body is focused solely on the pleasure of being stuffed full by Jungkook. 

Every vein of his cock is pulsing against your impossibly tight walls and the further he travels inside of you, the better it feels. You’ve never felt so full in your life and even though he’s only in your ass, you swear you feel him everywhere. 

There’s a cooling sensation which accompanies the slide of his shaft and the realization that he applied lube before pushing in makes you feel eternally grateful. You’ll have to thank him for being so considerate once you’re no longer non-verbal. When his hips meet your ass, you exhale the air trapped in your lungs from his descent into your tightest hole. He’s fully sheathed inside you and it’s exponentially better than you ever could’ve imagined. 

Jungkook gives you a moment to adjust as he caresses your spine and kisses your shoulder blade a few times. 

“How does it feel, Bams?” 

“So, so fucking good, Koo,” you answer breathlessly. “I feel so fucking full.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook palms your asscheek before spanking you. “You want me to fuck your tight, little hole? Split you apart on my cock?”

“Please.”

Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice, and within a second he’s pulling back until only his tip is inside before thrusting his entire cock into you all at once.

The scream that rips from your throat isn’t a sound a human should make. 

Hips slamming against your ass and balls slapping against your cunt, Jungkook fucks you like he’s trying to tear you to shreds. Your hole struggles to stretch around him as he continually leaves your warmth and returns again at a debilitating pace. 

The feeling of his cock throbbing inside your ass is so euphoric you see a vision of the entire milky way at once. Jungkook and his insane body are the sole proprietors of your mind as you cry ceaselessly and drool all over yourself from how much you’re whining and panting. There’s an unrelenting blaze lighting up your veins and searing your bones, but you want them to just burn, and burn, until you can’t take the heat anymore. 

“Fuck, Bams, this feels so fucking amazing,” Jungkook moans. “You’re so tight, babygirl.”

You mewl from the effect his praises have on your mind, your back arching automatically so you can meet each of his thrusts. 

Jungkook turns his cadence absolutely deadly, the fierce clapping sounds reverberating off his walls and shaking the bed frame. With his increase in speed, he pushes your shoulder blades down and forces your face into the sheets, keeping his hand there to steady himself. It sends his cock even deeper into you and you mirror each other’s noises of ecstasy at the new angle.

“Jungkook, please don’t stop,” you beg. 

“I wasn’t planning on it, Bambi.” He starts rolling his hips in time with his strokes and it makes his heavy balls smack perfectly against your pussy to bring you even more pleasure. “Gonna fuck you until my cum is leaking out of your hole.”

His words pierce your soul and make you whimper with wanton need. You have an insatiable urge to allow him to ruin you completely. Hold his cock within you long enough that your body can only remember the shape of him. 

Jungkook’s moaning gorgeously from behind you, his hand now holding your hair like reins so he can keep you exactly where he wants you. 

“I’m so close, Bams,” he warns.

You force your hips back against him to push him closer to the edge. He slaps your ass in return before gripping the soft flesh between his fingers. 

“I’m gonna come,” you tell him. 

“Fuck, please.” 

He releases your hair so both hands can bruisingly grasp your hips and make his cock penetrate you like it’s his dying wish. 

The pace is so lethal you worry he’s causing permanent damage, but you truly cannot bring yourself to care. His huge cock spearing you repeatedly is so jaw dropping you think he’s soiled you for any other partner. It’s impractical to believe another man’s dick could ever bring you this much pleasure. He stretches you apart like you were made for him and you know he feels it, too, with the way he tirelessly rams into you. 

As Jungkook chases your highs, the moans meeting the fabric of his sheets sound nothing like you. Meanwhile, he’s growling and groaning inhumanly behind you and it only confirms your suspicions that he’s originally from the pits of hell. 

Your climax simmers in your gut and spills over externally with only a few more pistons of Jungkook’s cock into your ass, having his length buried deep within you far too heavenly a sensation to hold back even a second longer. Voice cracking and body shaking in his hold, you scream his name in a prayer-like chant as your orgasm blinds you and shuts down your nervous system.

Jungkook whines and his rhythm falters as the pulsing of your cunt tightens your walls around him. He gasps crudely, his hand dropping to the bed next to your face as he comes, stuffing his seed into your ass and fucking you so full you fear you’ll burst. You feel absolutely filthy as his cum warms the tunnel of your ass and drizzles out around his cock. The essence pours out of you and down his balls as he continues to fuck you through both your orgasms. 

You no longer have the wherewithal to hold onto anything, your energy sufficiently drained, making Jungkook’s movements force you further and further across the bed as though you’re just a lifeless husk wrapped around him. 

“You alright, Bambi?” He asks through shaky breaths.

All you can muster is a nod as your upper body meets the mattress, your arms lying limp in front of you and ass still in the air where he’s holding you up.

There’s a loud squelch when he finally pulls out, his cum excessively dripping out and leaking all over your pussy and thighs. Once his grip is gone, your lower half falls and you groan at the soreness throughout your body. 

“Bambi?”

“I’m alive,” you whisper. “I don’t know for how much longer, though.”

Jungkook chuckles and soothing rubs your back.

“How was it?”

“Fucking amazing. It’s a shame I won’t be able to walk for three days.”

“It’s okay, I’ll carry you,” Jungkook tells you. 

You smile weakly, already halfway to dreamland as you acknowledge his promise. 

Jungkook diligently wipes away the mixture of body fluids coating your skin before rolling you onto your back. When his handsome face enters your vision, your hands reach for him and he welcomes himself into your embrace to give you kisses along your jaw and neck. A hum of satisfaction comes from your throat as your eyes close and you fall asleep to the repetitive feeling of his lips on your skin. 

Your friends’ jaws are practically through the floor by the time you finish reminiscing about your most recent sexual experiment with Jungkook, and you have to refrain from giggling at their expressions of awe. 

The men return from their adventures not long after, with Jungkook notably missing. Just as your lips part to question where he is, the man himself appears in your line of sight.

“Bams, look at the stuffed animals I got for our little one!” He cheers happily as he lugs an entire haul of plushies between his arms. 

“Koo, where are we gonna put all those?” 

“In the nursery, duh.”

He drops the children’s toys unceremoniously onto the seat next to you before running his hands through his hair and scanning the area for an employee so he can ask for a large trash bag to take them home in.

“Jungkookie went a little crazy on the claw machine,” Hoseok informs you.

“Yeah,” you say as you pick up a little bunny plushie. “I can see that.”

Jungkook does, in fact, receive a trash bag from an employee so he can transport the goodies home after saying goodbye to your friends. Upon your arrival, he rushes upstairs to the nursery and meticulously places them around the half decorated room. Luckily, there’s a hanging storage hammock for the wall which will be arriving along with some other decorations in a few weeks. 

After changing into comfier clothes and washing up for the night, you drag Jungkook by the hand to the living room so he can show you all the characters he’s named after you. 

The next couple of hours are spent on the couch, your feet resting comfortably in his lap, while Jungkook plays through the games to present the animated versions of you he’s crafted over the years. They’re all equally adorable, some human and some not, but regardless of their design, every single one makes your heart thump faster in your chest. 

SIX

Usagi is purring like the little engine that could in your lap, her head resting comfortably against your baby bump. You absentmindedly comb through her fur as your other hand holds a book between your fingers. Normally, you’re a fantasy girl, but with motherhood on the horizon you figure it’s about time you dive into the parental advice genre. 

Jungkook descends the stairs in his gym attire, about to head to the garage for a workout because the pouring rain outside makes his trek to the actual gym less than ideal. Bam, who’s sleeping soundly in his bed across the room, feels the familiar rumble of his dad’s footsteps and instantly perks up. The Doberman quickly leaps up to greet Jungkook, who is positively elated to see him and bends down to scratch behind his floppy ears.

When Jungkook glances your way, his head tilts in confusion. He gives Bam a couple more rubs on his head before stealing the seat beside your legs on the couch.

“What are you doing, Bams?” He asks curiously.

“Reading,” you answer while shaking your book to show him.

“Yeah, I see that,” he laughs. “I meant, why are there headphones on your stomach?”

Peering down at your now well-rounded baby bump, your mouth forms an O in recognition of the action in question. You honestly forgot about the old school headphones you placed on your belly when you first laid down. 

“Well, this book says babies can start hearing around this time and it helps their growth by listening to soothing sounds in the womb. They recommend reading to them, too, as the due date approaches,” you explain. 

“What soothing sounds are you playing for our baby, then, huh?” Your teeth clamp around your lower lip as Jungkook brings the headphones to his ears. You watch with nerves pounding as his eyes shift through confusion to recognition before landing on sentiment. “Is this… is this my mixtape from college?” 

You slowly nod your head, still anxious for his reaction.

“If our baby is going to listen to anything, I figure it should be daddy’s voice.”

Jungkook’s smile is utterly breathtaking when he hears your response, his eyes glossy with unspoken emotion. His hand caresses your bump reverently before he lowers his head to kiss all over your swollen skin. You giggle at the sensation and tousle his hair with your fingers.

“I should probably sing live for our little one, don’t you think?” 

His eyes are sparkling beautifully when he asks from his position above your belly. 

“Really?” Jungkook nods wholeheartedly. “But you don’t like singing anymore, besides karaoke.”

“It’s different when it’s for our baby,” he states.

Giggling excitedly, you place the book and headphones on the coffee table and recline into the couch as you wait patiently for the serenade. 

Jungkook’s practically a vocal prodigy, and during your childhood his pretty voice was always surrounding you. In the car, across your backyard, escaping from the shower, anywhere and everywhere was his stage. His process for consoling you was to sing familiar tunes until your cries subsided. On sleepless nights, he would send you voice memos covering your favorite songs. He eventually made the mixtape in question which you stashed away for safekeeping over a decade ago. 

The melodies ceased towards the end of your college careers, the final chapters of your time there being particularly tough on Jungkook and causing him to fall out of love with the craft. You haven’t heard him sing live other than into a karaoke microphone ever since.

You’d never say it outloud for fear of creating unnecessary guilt, but you desperately miss the sound of his voice and the comfort it brings. 

“Alright, but you have to close your eyes, I’ll get too nervous with you looking at me,” he says. 

Accepting his terms, you shut your eyes and place your hands atop his which remain on your belly. Jungkook clears his throat before humming to align his pitch, which is mostly for show given that he has perfect pitch. 

A wondrous smile forms on your lips the very second his tender, buttery voice filters into your brain. 

Jungkook sings as close to where your baby resides within you as possible, his warm breath tickling your skin as he sings an old, Korean lullaby to your little eggplant. Whether it’s hearing him sing acapella again or the gut wrenching display of love for his unborn child, you aren’t sure, but you’re positively beaming as you rest against the cushions.

You automatically frown when his beautiful tone disappears as the song ends, but before your eyes can blink open, Jungkooks is kissing the grimace away and eliciting a noise of surprise from your throat. Your recognition is quick, and within a moment your arms are pulling him on top of you so you can adequately return his affection.

Twin smiles peak through the kiss and cause your teeth to scrape together, but you recover the proper motions and your lips gradually mold together again. You moan happily while combing your fingers through his hair and he wraps you in his arms to caress your waist. 

You lazily make out for some time without it leading anywhere, but neither of you question the act. Besides, you already know precisely what Jungkook is trying to tell you by allowing his tongue to dance endlessly with yours. 

Sometimes you still rest the headphones on your tummy to play the mixtape for your baby, but it slowly becomes routine for Jungkook to sing to them whenever you’re lounging around the house.

Aside from the parenting books, you and Jungkook also register for two classes in preparation for the arrival of your newborn. First up is the infamous Lamaze class, the purpose of which is to practice breathing techniques meant to help ease the strain of childbirth. It’s supposed to be both relaxing and educational, and your two mothers swear it’s mandatory. 

You arrive hand-in-hand ahead of schedule and the instructor introduces herself in a calm, lighthearted tone. She points you to a pair of yoga mats in the back corner and you weave your way around the already situated couples to take your seats.  

Jungkook’s curious eyes survey his surroundings and he nods approvingly at the soothing atmosphere.

The room is filled to the brim with fellow expecting couples, some consisting of men and women and others of two women. Everyone’s bellies differ dramatically in size and some of them make you thankful you’re not carrying that much extra weight on your spine. It’s comforting to be among others in your situation even when they’re strangers, and you can tell Jungkook feels the same as he smiles and makes eye contact with the other future dads in the room. 

The pregnant woman of the pair beside you leans over and grabs your attention.

“Hi, my name’s Suzy, this is Erica,” she introduces herself and her partner. “Is this your first time?” You nod in tandem and she giggles at your synchronization. “How long have you two been together?”

“Um —”

“A long time,” Jungkook saves the day. “I’m Jungkook, this is Bambi.”

“Koo,” you scold him. “My name is Y/N, he just calls me Bambi.”

“That’s so cute!”

“How long have you two been together?” You volley her question.

“10 months,” she replies warmly. 

You refrain from saying yikes out loud. Judgment isn’t usually your forte, and truthfully, the two women look adorable together, but you cannot comprehend having a child with someone you’ve known for less than a singular rotation of the sun. It’s been just short of three decades for you and Jungkook and you still feel unprepared. 

“That ring is gorgeous, by the way.”

“Oh! Thank you,” you say while wiggling your left hand. You receive compliments almost daily, and initially, you were worried about it not being an actual engagement ring, but the true meaning behind the piece of jewelry means exponentially more to you than a proposal ever could. “He’s definitely got great taste.”

Jungkook smiles graciously at the compliment, his hand rubbing along your back before catching around your waist.

“When’s the wedding?” 

Your face pales at the inquiry, which you know is totally valid given the item she’s complimenting and the purpose of the class you’re in. 

“You know, we haven’t really gotten around to planning it yet with the baby on the way and all,” you explain.

“Preach,” she cheers. 

The instructor entering the room effectively cuts off your conversation with Suzy. As she moves towards the front of the room, you and Jungkook steal a glance, eyebrows rising identically in anticipation of how this will go. 

It begins like any standard yoga class, except your legs remain crossed and you focus solely on the breathing aspect of the artform. 

Jungkook makes it fairly difficult to focus on said breathing when he does everything in his willpower to force laughter out of you. Throughout each exercise, your best friend decides to ruin any chance of success by making the most ridiculous faces imaginable, causing you to constantly stifle your mouth with your hand to prevent from disturbing anyone else. Upon his third attempt at thwarting your education, you shove your elbow into his ribs and he acts like you fatally wounded him, falling completely over and dramatically grasping his side. 

The man is astronomically lucky you’re well hidden in the back or you would be beating his ass right here in front of everyone.

After the warm up ends, the instructor goes over labor and delivery. It isn’t the first time you’re hearing the gruesome details, since your doctor explained the overall process to you both during your last appointment. Frankly, the ordeal terrifies you and you find yourself avoiding any and all conversations about it when you’re able. 

“So, for those of you who don’t know, you’ll be pushing along with your contractions. The contractions are your body’s reaction to the dilating of your cervix so the baby can be pushed out. When you push with the contraction, it not only makes birthing easier, but also lessens the risk of tearing,” the instructor explains.

“Tearing?” Jungkook says in horror beside you. “What tearing?”

“My vagina can rip, Koo, and then they have to sew me back up,” you tell him. 

He looks at you in absolute terror, his pupils shaking as his eyes observe your bump.

“I never would’ve put a baby in you if I knew that!”

“Well, you didn’t exactly plan on putting a baby in me, now did you?”

The instructor is continuing before you can speak further on the subject. 

“The Lamaze breathing techniques help with both the pain of contractions and the effort it takes to push,” she states.

The woman stands to accommodate everyone’s viewpoint as she thoroughly explains each movement and posture. 

It’s identical to the motions you’ve seen a million times in film, but when you actually do it yourself, it’s more difficult than you predicted. The technique is unnatural in comparison to your regular cadence of air intake and you only accomplish it after a couple attempts.

The instructor has everyone complete the exercise, even though technically only one of you requires the knowledge. She explains the purpose of both parents learning the technique is because it’s easy for the mother to forget while she’s bringing life into the world and her partner can remind her if they hone the skill as well. 

Practicing the breathing style doesn’t go very well for you, because Jungkook does it so aggressively beside you that your laughter is blocking your airway. You make ample efforts, but everytime you only inhale three small puffs of air before you're bending over and cackling into your palm. 

“Koo!” You angrily whisper as you slap his arm. He beams delightfully at your indignation, far too elated about making you laugh to worry about the consequences. “If my labor is hell because I didn’t get to learn this shit, I’ll kill you.”

“Alright, I’m sorry,” he whispers genuinely. “I’ll stop now.”

He complies immediately and you continue practicing uninterrupted for the remainder of class.

Upon the conclusion of the course, the two of you follow behind the herd of couples as the instructor comes to stand near you.

“You know, I usually don’t like disruptive couples, but you two are so adorable that I didn’t mind. It’s so obvious how much you love each other,” she tells you sincerely. You instantly go bright red and feel Jungkook squeeze your hand a couple times. “I can always tell when a couple is going to last a long time, and I hope to see you back again in a few years.”

The second class you attend is very different, but just as essential for you to learn. It’s meant to cover the basics of caring for a newborn and although you both have plenty of babysitting experience, it never hurts to have a refresher. 

You're currently sitting side by side at a long table surrounded by other expecting couples. There’s two fake babies, diapers, bottles, and a couple other miscellaneous items lying haphazardly between you. Jungkook, whose very existence prevents him from staying still, is fiddling with the various trinkets and examining them as though he’s an alien encountering them for the very first time. When the instructor starts the lesson, you smack his arm to force the pacifier he’s holding out of his grasp. 

The class begins with an overall introduction of the precise care required for newborns and infants. From there, it divulges into the appropriate expectations to have for the first few months of parenthood. After the overview, you’re told to pick up the baby dolls so the instructor can walk the class through each lesson. 

Jungkook hands the fake baby to you by its leg, and you have to hold your breath to keep the giggle in your chest from escaping. You surely hope he doesn’t carry your actual child like a used rag.

The art of changing diapers is up first and the instructor begins by informing the class about the differences between changing a boy and girl’s diaper. Jungkook nods along as though he’s listening intently, but when you catch his eyes from your periphery, they’re completely blank. Not a single thought in that pretty head of his. 

Nudging him with your elbow, you gesture towards the diaper with your eyes as a silent order for him to practice. Jungkook rolls his eyes, but proceeds to follow the written instructions on the board without verbal complaints.

When he finishes the process with utmost accuracy, resulting in a near perfect diaper, he leans back into his chair with a confident smirk, looking stupidly attractive as his tongue presses to the inside of his cheek. You have to stop yourself from wringing his neck. 

The instructor continues with bottle feeding and explains the importance of milk temperature, the right bottle size, etc. Upon instruction, everyone rises to practice heating a bottle of milk so you understand the feeling of the proper temperature.

You and Jungkook stand in line behind all the other couples, which is convenient because he ends up tickling you while you wait and it would probably disturb your classmates to watch you elbow him in the stomach. He merely giggles in response to your irritation before squishing your cheeks with his fingers and mockingly cooing at you. 

When you’re finally up to bat, Jungkook goes first and you immediately click your tongue as you watch him. 

“That’s gonna be too hot, Koo,” you tell him.

“Nuh uh,” he argues. 

He yelps only a second later when the milk squirts onto his forearm and it's scorching hot. Rolling your eyes, you move past him to heat some yourself. After completing the task, you squirt the liquid on your own arm before gently grabbing Jungkook’s uninjured limb to show him the example of the ideal temperature. 

“You’re already such an amazing mother, Bams,” he sighs.

You fight against the smile threatening your lips, but it’s useless, and you end up showing your gratitude with a squeeze of his hand.

As you’re leaving, one of your heels is already outside the door frame when the sound of Jungkook’s name makes you both turn over your shoulder. 

When you locate the source, you see a familiar redhead, although she looks vastly different from the last time you saw her, especially with the massive baby bump she’s sporting. 

“Lisa?” Jungkook asks to clarify.

“Hi!” Lisa, one of Jungkook’s exes from the time immediately following college, steps forward and pulls him into a hug. When she sees you beside him, her eyes light up. “Oh my god! Y/N!”

“Hi, Lisa,” you greet her as you embrace. 

You honestly loved Lisa, and was extremely sad to see her go. She treated Jungkook exactly how you always hoped he would be treated by a partner and he was never without a smile when she was near. Unfortunately, she accepted a job across the country and they inevitably decided to forgo long distance. 

“I can’t believe I’m seeing you both here. I mean, I can believe it, but it’s just such a small world,” she states.

“What do you mean?” Jungkook asks, his hand finding your lower back and pulling you into his side.

“Well, this was always bound to happen, right? You two are like a match made in heaven,” she answers honestly. 

Jungkook’s ears go red while you hold your lower lip hostage to prevent a bashful smile from creeping in. 

“Thanks, Lisa. I’m sure you’re excited,” Jungkook says as he gestures to her stomach.

She wears a huge toothy grin and nods ostentatiously. 

“I’m so freaking happy, you have no idea,” she responds. “I’m so glad you two are finally together. I always had my suspicions, and it’s really nice to see. You both look so happy.”

“Thank you, it means a lot.” you say to her. “I hope the rest of your pregnancy and everything goes well!”

“Thanks, you too!” 

She hugs you both again before waving and returning to her partner’s side. 

It must be divine intervention that causes every interaction you have, stranger or otherwise, to somehow end in compliments of you and Jungkook as a couple. Just the other day, a woman at the store watched Jungkook grab an item for you from the top shelf and kiss your hair as he dropped it into the basket and she hollered from across the aisle that you’ll be together forever. 

All you can do is hope they’re correct, because you have an underlying fear you refuse to discuss with anyone that somehow being parents will ruin your friendship beyond the point of recognition. People who’ve been together for far longer than you divorce over issues involving their children everyday, and even without romance on the table, you worry what parenthood will do to your bond. 

That worry will have to dwell in your mind for another day, because at the moment, Jungkook is doing everything within the realm of possibility to make your pregnancy easier and bring a smile to your face. 

Kicking the door open with your foot, you place the groceries in your arms onto the floor so you can remove your jacket and shoes. When you stand to your full height, you spot Jungkook behind the couch, his hands pressing on his lower back. Your eyebrows shoot up as you examine the scene, most notably, the foreign object on his body.

“Uh, Jungkook, if you got me pregnant, then who got you pregnant?”

There’s currently a skin colored, faux baby bump strapped to Jungkook’s chest, making him look like a mirror to your present state. 

“Psst, I did this all by myself. Step it up, Bambi.” Eyes rolling on instinct, you walk further into the home and greet your fur babies on the way to Jungkook. “I got it from the animation department. I guess they’ve used it when doing stop motion before.”

“Right, but why?”

“Well, I read the more you can understand what your partner is going through, the easier it is to be helpful to them.”

“You’re pretending to be pregnant to learn empathy?” Jungkook scowls when his efforts go unappreciated by you. “You know what, you’re right. Thank you so much, Jungkook. It must be so eye opening to endure the weight of pregnancy for a minimal amount of time while I’m carrying your kid around day and night for the better part of a year.”

He sighs defeatedly and unstraps the fake bump, sending it to the ground with a heavy splat. 

“I thought that would make you laugh, but it didn’t and now I’m sad,” he explains.

You frown and step forward to caress his jaw.

“I’m sorry, Koo, that was too harsh. It was funny, you look utterly ridiculous while wearing that,” you assure him. “I‘ve just had a long day, is all.”

“Can I do anything to make it better?”

“Well, I can think of one thing…”

Jungkook is lifting you onto the kitchen counter and using his body to spread your legs apart within an instant. He kisses the air right out of your lungs, grabbing your face with both hands and smashing his mouth on yours.

Your conflicting, hectic schedules have made it impossible to spend any real time together lately, and this is the first chance you’ve had to be intimate in days. 

The kiss acts as a lighting rod down your spine awakening every single one of your nerve endings. Gripping his shirt to press his heart to yours, you hum blissfully when your sensitive nipples meet his hard chest. His lips force yours open so he can push his tongue into your mouth and it only serves to make you infinitely more needy for him. You capture his hips with your legs and lure him in until his hardening cock is throbbing against your cunt. 

Jungkook groans at the contact and pushes his hands into your hair, taking control of the kiss so he can worship your mouth. His hips subtly buck against your crotch and the friction makes you whimper for more. He appeases you by repeating the motion with more force, and before you know it you’re dry humping each other in your freaking kitchen. 

You whine when Jungkook’s lips depart from you to kiss your neck instead, but you forgo your disappointment a minute later when he unbuttons your jeans and tugs them off. His hand sneaks into your panties and you moan exuberantly as he starts playing with your pussy, his fingers traversing your folds and swirling around your clit. 

“So wet, Bams,” he whimpers.

Jungkook works his tongue along your throat as he fucks his digits into your pussy. Your head falls back in ecstasy until you’re making eye contact with the ceiling fan, forcing Jungkook to kiss along your collarbones and shoulder. He sucks a pretty bruise into your skin and you gasp, your fingers twisting the fabric of his shirt as an anchor to keep you above water.  

His lips finally return to where they belong, but he only kisses you for another moment before descending to his knees and pulling your soaked underwear down to join your pants on the floor. 

You wait patiently for the feeling of his lips, but they never come. Instead, his fingers retreat from your core and his other hand sharply squeezes your thigh.

“Koo?”

“Bambi, you’re bleeding,” he states through shaky vocal chords.

“What?”

Looking down from your spot on the counter, you see Jungkook’s eyes blown wide while his pupils shake with fear. He holds his hand up so you can see his two middle fingers are covered in dark red blood.

The sight utterly paralyzes you, shutting down every system in your body like a sinking ship, your nerves, veins, and organs all screaming “mayday! mayday!”

Your panic manifests in the form of tears rolling down your face, your lungs struggling to intake air, and your mind racing at the speed of light. Jungkook’s terror spikes when he sees your eyes lose their luster from his place on the kitchen floor. 

“Bams?” He stands up while wiping his fingers on a nearby towel. When you don’t respond, he delicately cradles your face. “Bams, look at me.”

Jungkook’s gentle command rights the ship, pulling your consciousness from the dark water and bringing you safely back to land.

His eyes survey you to interpret your mental state, but you feel his own hands shaking where they reside on your cheeks. You desperately clutch his wrists, both as a signal that you’re alright and because you know you both need something to ground you. 

“Jungkook,” you whimper.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, I’m here,” he assures you as he pulls you in.

You start sobbing the very second his arms wrap around you, shoving your face into his shoulder and muffling your shrill cries in his shirt. Jungkook holds you to him with a hand on your head, shushing you and attempting to comfort you as best he can when his own emotions are nearly getting the better of him.

“I’m so scared, Koo,” you whisper.

Jungkook lifts your head again, wiping away your tears with his thumbs as he caresses your cheekbones. He kisses you softly, granting you a momentary reprieve from your racing heartbeat and constricted airway.

“I’m right here, there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Your mind is propelled into the past, to all the times Jungkook’s uttered nearly identical words as a steadfast assurance. He said them when you first told him about the pregnancy, and there are countless times prior to that, whether on the playground, in your basement, the university library, or your old apartment. He’s always there for you, always holding you whenever you need him without a second thought or regard for his own wellbeing. 

There aren’t any words left, and time is of the essence, so Jungkook lifts you from the counter and lets you get dressed while he grabs his keys and jacket. You meet him at the door where he’s holding your own coat open for you to slip into. You make momentary eye contact once you're both ready, an unspoken promise passing between you. Afterwards, the two of you run down the stairs holding hands to reach the garage.

Jungkook never once stops talking the entire car ride to your doctor’s office, already knowing exactly what you need to remain calm. He tells you about his day at work and the mods he’s building from scratch for an older game. That leads him into a monologue about the first game he designed and how long it took him to figure out some of the most simple elements. 

You regretfully hear none of it, only the sound of his voice filtering in through your senses and not the actual content of his phrases. 

When you arrive in record time because Jungkook nearly reaches maximum speed in his Mercedes, you bolt from the car and run into the building together. Jungkook called during the drive to alert them of the situation, and he’s the one speaking to the receptionist at the moment because you can’t bring yourself to produce sound. 

The world feels as though it’s spinning in the wrong direction. If it wasn’t for Jungkook’s hand on your thigh as he drove, you wouldn’t even be aware of your surroundings enough to comprehend reality. 

Everything is veiled by a thick fog of despair, and you can no longer tell which way is up and which is down. 

You’re taken to an observation room almost immediately, where they draw your blood, take both the baby and your vitals, and give you an ultrasound. Jungkook holds one of your hands between his palms the entire time. 

During the ultrasound, your nerves go haywire and you finally break, stray tears rolling down your cheeks as you weep into your free hand. The examination of your womb is silent this time because they don’t want to worry you, and not being able to hear the heartbeat you adore is unbearable. 

It’s the only time Jungkook releases your hand, so he can brush the tears away before kissing your forehead and whispering sweet nothings into your hairline.

The doctor visits you after the most grueling fifteen minutes in existence. She’s smiling at you when she enters, which you pray is a positive sign, but you don’t allow yourself to relax just yet. 

“Hi, you guys. Your baby is doing just fine.”

When the relief born exhale leaves your lungs, it’s accompanied by a harsh cry as the crippling weight of your emotions bears down on you. Jungkook brings your hand to his lips while rubbing his thumb along your knuckles to soothe you. 

“I know this was really stressful for you both, and I’m so sorry you had to go through it.” She takes a seat before continuing. “Unfortunately, spotting like this can be totally normal. It’s why some women don’t realize they’re pregnant at first. I’m glad you came in, though. If for whatever reason this happens again, just keep an eye on it and if the bleeding doesn’t stop or is abnormally heavy, then come on in and we’ll make sure you’re all good.”

“So everything’s fine? Me and the baby?”

“You’re both perfect,” she declares. 

Your eyes flit to Jungkook, who nods affirmatively and kisses your hand again as tears well up in his eyes. 

“Thank you so much, Doctor,” Jungkook says quietly. 

“Of course, is there anything else I can do for you two?”

You shake your heads in perfect sync and your doctor smiles warmly upon her exit.

There’s a moment of silence once the door closes, but then the sound of Jungkook gasping over a sob meets your ears.

“Fuck,” he cries, his head dropping to his hands. “Is this what being a parent is? Just constantly being terrified something is going to happen to them?”

You comb through his black hair as he releases all the emotions he was holding in so he could stay strong for you. You gently shush him and reaffirm that everything’s alright, and when he lifts his head you return his earlier favor by wiping his remaining tears away.

“I think the love we receive from them makes the fear worth it,” you state. “But fuck, if that wasn’t the worst hour and a half of my life.” You count your inhales and exhales to bring yourself back to earth. “I don’t even know what we would’ve done.”

Jungkook ponders for a moment before licking his lips.

“If something does happen, if we…” He shakes his head, not wanting to say the words aloud. “We’ll be alright, because no matter what we have each other. I’m always going to be here, Bambi, until the day I die.”

“Until the day I die. I’m going first, remember?” 

“No,” Jungkook chuckles darkly. “God will not want me here on earth the day I lose you, Bams. It would be too dangerous for everyone inhabiting it.”

You smile and reach out to hold his face, running your thumb along his cheekbone.

“Together, then?”

“Together,” he affirms.

A beat passes, and then your lips meet like magnets, as if they themselves came together without either of your knowledge.

Jungkook holds your face with ardor, kissing you so tenderly it steals your breath away, and you return his affection with an equal amount of devotion, moving your lips in slow circles as you appreciate every push and pull of his mouth. As you passionately kiss, you place your hands over his and squeeze his fingers.

“I love you, Bambi,” Jungkook whispers to your lips.

You brush your nose against his with a smile.

“I love you,” you reply ardently.

Jungkook is kissing you again the very millisecond he hears the final syllable of your phrase, neither of you wanting to be apart for even a single moment more. 

You let your mouths talk where words can’t express the severe emotional rollercoaster you just went through. 

Eventually, you part with swollen lips and leave the medical building hand-in-hand. Jungkook drives slower with the ordeal behind you, but his hand returns to your thigh, his knuckles absentmindedly running up and down your leg throughout the trip home.

As soon as you cross the threshold, Jungkook is lifting you into his arms and carrying you to his bedroom. You don’t question him because you already know the reason, and if he hadn’t done so himself, you would’ve lept into his embrace. 

Your world was crumbling into ashes less than an hour ago and the sole antidote is each other. 

You bury your face in his neck as he carries you through the house, his hands gripping you inexplicably tight as if he’s worried you’ll vanish.

Jungkook kicks the door shut with his heel once you make it to his room before kneeling on his bed and gently resting you both on the mattress. His body is completely covering yours as he nuzzles his face in your neck, and his weight on you provides blissful comfort to your soul. In return, you trace nonsensical shapes along his spine and he hums into your skin appreciatively.

His lips brush your neck tentatively, but after you moan in approval he cradles your face in one hand and exposes more of your throat so he can venerate you. You moan softly again, your nails reactively digging into the fabric concealing his body from you.

“I need to feel you close, Bambi,” he whispers. “I just… fucking need you.”

The feeling is mutual, and you’re immediately turning your head to capture his lips. You both mewl as your tongues begin a well rehearsed routine, the room quickly filling up with the sounds of your pleasure. 

Jungkook’s hips roll into you and your legs wrap around his waist so your crotches are perfectly in sync. 

“You have me,” you speak directly to his lips. “I’m yours, Jungkook.”

You don’t know what you mean exactly, you could be referring purely to your body or maybe you just gave your heart away, but perhaps it doesn’t matter. The lines have been crossed so many times now you’re unsure they even exist anymore. 

Jungkook seems to get a kickstart from your words, his hands suddenly working overtime to undress you as fast as he can. You match his intensity, skimming your knuckles along his waist as you rush to pull his shirt over his head. Your lips meet again on the other side of the process, kissing fiercely as you unbuckle Jungkook’s belt and he undoes the buttons of your jeans. 

You swap tasks when your pants reach your thighs, finding it more efficient to shimmy both your own garments off in one go. When your naked bodies meet, you grab Jungkook’s cock to stroke him fervently. He groans into your neck and bites at the skin of your shoulder while his fingers sink between your folds. His hand begins coaxing essence out of your hole with its ministrations so you’re wet enough to take him. 

He leaves searing hot, open mouth kisses all along your shoulder and collarbones as you jack each other off. It makes you keen and squirm as his mouth and hand work together to bring you unfathomable pleasure. 

“Shit,” Jungkook whines. “Could come just from this.”

You acknowledge his words by tightening your grip and moving your hand faster along his shaft, making him whine even louder. 

His free hand is massaging one of your breasts, and he descends to take your neglected nipple into his mouth. He coats the nub in drool and tugs on it with his teeth to make you gasp. Once it’s pebbled and hard, he licks over your swollen mound and gingerly bites into the flesh. His pursuit continues downwards as he kisses over the entire expanse of your torso, making sure to pause at your baby bump to kiss your unborn child for a lingering moment. 

His lips hypnotize you completely as they dance across your skin. The simplicity of them mapping you forcing all the worries from earlier right out of your head. 

You tug on his hair to communicate you need him, and he languidly kisses up your body so he can return to your lips. As his tongue messily licks into your mouth, it’s perfectly in time with him pulling his hand away from your pussy to rub his cock along your slit and lubricate himself.

“I fucking love this pussy, Bams. Never gonna get enough of it, of you,” he tells you.

It feels like there’s an electrical current linking you together and lighting you both up like fireworks. All of your senses are sizzling as though they’re about to blow a fuse.

Your pussy squelches when Jungkook thrusts inside its warm walls, the otherwise silent room overflowing with the erotic sound. The moans you exude are high and unrecognizable as he rolls his hips to pull his cock out before completing the motion to push himself back inside. The initial glide of his cock into your hole makes you gasp from sheer ecstasy and dig into his shoulder muscles with your fingertips.

Jungkook’s elbows rest beside your ears, his body hovering so close above you that your peaked nipples brush against his chest with each movement. 

“You feel so fucking amazing,” he moans. “You’re just fucking amazing, baby.”

His deep, honey voice sends your mind entirely out of orbit.

In response, you take your time kissing his neck, licking over the large vein pulsing beneath his hot skin. He moans and you feel his biceps flex beside your head as he firmly clutches the sheets.

“You make me feel so fucking full, Koo, it drives me fucking crazy.”

He chuckles above you in response.

“Good, love driving you crazy.”

“Well, you’ve been doing it since day one, so I suppose so.”

He giggles at your comment and it makes your heart beat out of time. 

His pace is uncharacteristically slow tonight, but he’s pushing his cock in so deep it’s hitting your g-spot with every stroke and you swear you feel him in your guts. He’s not technically even thrusting, just dutifully rolling his hips over you to bring himself in and out of your cunt.

The sensation of him fucking you so reverently is heart stopping and you would do just about anything to ensure it never ends. You truly can’t imagine any amount of time with him will ever satisfy you completely. 

Needing to feel more of him, you grab his sharp jaw and pull his face down to your lips for a searing kiss, the feeling of his tongue inside you mouth downright addicting.

“I want you all the time, Jungkook. Everything about you… you have me hooked.”

He smiles against your lips.

“Yeah, like you haven’t had me wrapped around your finger since the second you were born,” he retorts.

You responsively smirk and continue kissing him until your oxygen is depleted. Your bodies greedily connect over and over and eventually your own hips grind upwards to match his andante rhythm.

The distortion of your emotional landscape only serves to make the sex feel phenomenal. Every nerve within you is oversensitive after forcing yourself through all five stages of grief earlier, only for your heightened emotions to come crashing back down.

It feels as though you’re the only two people in existence. Although you’re alone, the pure intensity of your intercourse leads you to believe the bedroom is the only place left standing after a flood washed everything else away. 

The combination of your lips chasing each other while you fuck and your pussy clenching around his cock causes Jungkook to moan into your mouth, and just the same, the feeling of him repeatedly splitting you open makes you parrot the sensual noise.

“Feel s’good, baby,” Jungkook groans. His lips take a couple slow laps around your visage before finally coming home to your mouth. “Take my cock so fucking well, like you were fucking made for it.”

You mewl at his praises, the words making you even needier for him.

An orgasmic high has been looming since the very moment Jungkook’s thick cock sunk into your walls and spread you apart, and you're borderline desperate to feel his warm seed inside of you.

“Cream my cunt, Jungkook. Make it yours, baby.”

Jungkook takes your demand to heart, his hands grasping yours and shoving them up beside your head so he can grind into you unhindered. The feeling of his dick’s thick, pulsing veins and the ideal curve sending him straight into your cervix have you seeing stars.

Even with the tempo change, the way Jungkook is fucking you is still undeniably more passionate than your past encounters. He’s chasing his high and yet it feels as though he’s trying to pour his soul into you along with his semen.

You can tell he’s close from the delicious throbbing sensation within your cunt, and you fuck yourself on his cock at the beat of his strokes to make him come.

He grunts repeatedly, his fingers trapping yours to the bed as his pace grows erratic with his end nearing. The sound of him groaning earnestly in your ear sends your eyes to the back of your head as his cum shoots into you and paints your cunt white. 

“Fuck, Bams,” he gasps, continuing to push into you as he comes in waves of hot fluid. “Fuck, it’s so good.”

His orgasm triggers your own, the feeling of his cum spreading through you and dripping down your thighs sending you right over the edge. You whimper like a wounded animal, holding onto his hands for dear life as your hips gyrate through the come down.

“Oh, Koo,” you mewl.

Jungkook never stops fucking you vehemently even as your orgasms come and go, his cock diligently stuffing his cum deep into your womb with a sloppy, wet sound. 

He remains buried deep within you while your bodies return to their normal state, both of you needing a moment to settle your nerves before relinquishing the feeling of being connected.

“That was… so fucking needed,” you pant. 

“Tell me about it,” Jungkook concurs.

He kisses you gently once more, his tongue ever so slightly entering your mouth to pull a sweet moan from you. 

His warmth leaves you to hunt for something to clean up with, and although the sun has barely gone down, you’re exhausted from the mental wave pool today threw you into.

Jungkook wipes you down before bringing your body into his embrace. You cuddle closer to his bare chest, inhaling his scent and humming contently. Legs tangling together beneath the comforter, neither of you question the actions which don’t normally occur after you’re intimate.

There’s a kiss placed between your hair strands while Jungkook massages your back in large, soothing circles. The repetitive motion forces your eyes shut and within moments, you’re falling asleep in his arms. 

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The Third Trimester coming on 7/4/25 at 7:00 pm EST

[penandwind]

Ok so this makes me wonder a lot of stuff, and given how how the Dragon Ball universe is one of my fixations, I want to share how this is puzzling me. So 17 and 18 are (aka Lapis and Lazuli, love the deep cut on the true name) are the only two "androids" (or "artificial humanoids" as it tchnically is translated in Japanese) created by Dr. Gero that don't have fully mechanical bodies. Even Gero himself, aka Android 20 was just a brain controlling a mechanical body. 17 and 18 are unique in a lot of ways, because they actually have very minimal mechanical components, only things within them being their infinite energy reactors, and the self destruct mechanism that has since been removed. (Which means the bluetooth needed for this joke sadly isn't possible, but rule of funny saves it) But that doesn't mean they're regular people with just limitless stamina. Gero basically took their biological makeup and improved/perfected it. He did this both to make them perfect killing machines, but also to prototype the improvements he would use for Cell. The improvements were all suited to make them effectively perfect fighters, massively increased strength, durability, ect. There's even some sources that suggest that they're now fucntionally ageless because of their improved biology.

We know Lazuli/18 has a functioning reproductive system by the fact that she has a daughter later on. In one timeline that is effectively not canon anymore, Marron (her daughter) is a regular human girl. However in the more "canon" timeline, there's a throwaway line from her that suggests that she might grow up to be powerful because of the imprvements made to 18. Why do I bring this all up? Because I want to know if the mad scientist that Dr. Gero is bothered to fix her period cramps. Because think about it, if you're trying to modify someone into a perfect killing machine, having persistent, moderate to intense pain distracting them from a fight seems like a huge flaw that would need to be fixed right? And if that one throwaway line about her daughter being improved means anything, it means he didn't just not touch her reproductive system outright. (Especially since if she housed part of the genetic data that allowed cell to become his perfect form, the only form that is shown reproducing with the Cell Jrs, one would think that would at least be a factor but that gets into some weird speculation teritory). It woudl be logical to say if he's improving every part of her biology, then he would get rid of her cramps.

The only argument that would make sense if he didn't is that he's an old man and just straight up consider cramps were a thing/didn't even know about them. Which, is fair given the shocking amount of older men, even those considered very intelligent that did't know that was a thing. (Though, if you consider the extended canon of who exactly his wife was, she doesn't seem the type to let him remain ignorant of such things.) However, I argue that, the man who had to design Cell, a being combining the genetic makeup of 4-5 wildly different species into a single being, one capable of reproduction itself, the man at least has to have a passing knowledge of human reproduction and the pitfalls therein. Its not a watertight argument, but it would at least stand to reason.

So! If you don't want to deal with period cramps, all you have to do is let an insane scientist kidnap you and experiment on you. If you happen to survive, that'll be at least one less problem you have (and at least one new one, with the whole, bomb thing, but who's counting?).

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

box of ice-cream. l Harry Castillo

bio : Reader and Harry meet on a date. She thinks they come from different worlds and it doesn't make sense, but he wants her to give him a chance.

requested by : anon thank you!

warnings: fluff, self-doubt, some wine, Harry is sweet, they are just talking, Reader can seem unpleasant and judgmental

[Harry Castillo [The Materialists] - masterlist] [my masterlist]

“I’m just here to prove to you that you don’t really want to date me.”

The man sitting across the table smiled, his brown eyes sparkling in the dim light of the restaurant.

“You can try, but my instincts tell me otherwise.” Harry replied in a warm and polite voice. You had known each other for a few weeks, and ever since then this man had been very insistent on meeting up with you.

It seemed strange to you. You had nothing in common, except for a cup of coffee he accidentally spilled on you at one of the local coffee shops. And yet, you were sitting with him in this fancy restaurant that you would definitely never go to alone.

Harry was observant and immediately noticed that you felt uneasy in such a place. A quick mental note to remember to avoid exclusive places if you were to meet up again. Even though he was casual, you felt like you were at a job interview. The young waiter poured you some wine, and you thanked him with a nod and a gentle smile. There was something charming about it.

“Your hunches can be wrong.” You replied, twirling the long stem of the glass in your fingers. “Besides, you shouldn’t send flowers to my workplace either.”

A small wrinkle appeared between Harry’s dark eyebrows. “You didn’t like them?”

“It’s not like that.” You smiled, shaking your head. “It’s just… People like to gossip, and I don’t need it. Unlike you, my job is normal.” You saw Castillo raise his eyebrows in surprise. “I’m sorry,” you said quickly. “I didn’t mean to offend you. I didn’t mean to… Damn it.”

“Don’t worry,” he raised his hand in a gentle gesture. “I’m curious that you think my job isn’t normal. So what is it?”

You knew he wouldn't let up until you answered his question. You wanted to bury your face in your hands, finish your wine and leave, but you were still sitting at that table with Harry. He hadn't done anything wrong or offensive, he had just continued talking to you. So you took a shallow breath.

"Yeah, I think your job isn't normal, not really. I mean, my only contact with finances is when I get paid from payroll. You probably spend that much on a suit and shoes. And maybe a coffee on top of that."

He smiled again and leaned in slightly. "I think you're overestimating me."

"Oh, really?" you replied and probably his answer gave you more confidence because the next words started to flow from your lips with more ease "So you had to finish one of the local schools, combining it with a part-time job. Then you looked for employment and started at the entry level, so that after a few years you were still earning... as much as I earn. Harry, we are from completely different worlds. Now I'm sitting with you in this restaurant that I always passed by without looking in its direction, afraid that they would charge me just for looking. This is not normal, this is not how most people live."

"But you can experience it with me. Is that a bad thing?"

"I'm not a damn Cinderella, Harry." You snorted "I don't even like those fairy tales where they convince little girls that a prince on a white horse will appear and give them a new, wonderful life. I work for my own life. And I like it simple."

Despite your words, Castillo didn't seem offended, on the contrary, he watched you with interest, a gentle smile on his lips. Finally he spoke.

"What do you like?"

You frowned. “Excuse me?”

He took a sip of wine and smiled again. “What do you like to do that’s simple and so different from what I do? You talk about it like I hunt ducks in the morning, servants wait on me, and I own a stable full of unicorns.”

You barely held back a laugh, and he was pleased to see your eyes light up. He wanted to hear that laugh, he knew it would delight him. The waiter appeared next to you and you fell silent for a moment as he placed the food you ordered on the table. When he left, you spoke again.

“I definitely don’t eat at restaurants like that.”

Harry bowed his head. “But would you eat if you earned more?”

“Probably? I’m not sure.”

“Okay. What about traveling?” you looked at him like he was joking. “Don’t you have vacation time from work?”

“I do. But I don’t travel anywhere, I mean I rarely leave the state. I once went to visit my aunt in Florida, but I was a kid then. We drove for two days, but it was so exciting.”

“That sounds great.”

You smiled. “That’s how it was. My family didn’t have much, they had their flaws, but they were the ones who shaped me. I work hard, I know my worth, and I don’t delude myself that some prince will save me one day.”

"You see, my family worked hard for what I have now. You shouldn't judge me for the fact that my parents were able to give me all this. You would probably do the same for your child. But I grew up believing that there were standards I had to reach, that I had to show my best side, that I couldn't let anyone down. The pressure was really high, even though my parents really loved me and my brother. We had the best, yes, but we also had to be the best."

"I'm sorry, Harry." You replied quietly, but he just shook his head, smiling.

"There's no need. But I know how easy it is to judge others, it's our nature."

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. For the first time, you thought that you might have been tactless and offended him. You didn't mean to, Harry was a really nice guy.

"Anyway, I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. I... I haven't been on a date in a while, I'm out of practice. I'm not like that in everyday life."

“I believe that you and I would like to see what you are really like. On our next date.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t hide your smile. Dinner was a lighter affair. You talked about trifles, things you had seen recently, things that made you happy or sad. Harry confided in you that he liked to watch some weird reality show late at night, and to you, that sometimes, when the day was really hard, instead of dinner, you would sit on the kitchen floor and eat ice cream straight from the box.

“We should do this again.” he said as the waiter took the bill, which he paid, and you slowly got ready to leave.

“That would be nice,” you replied automatically and you immediately noticed Harry raising his eyebrows. “You know, if you want. I know I could be a little…”

“You were wonderful. And please don’t be so hard on yourself, because there’s no point. But you have to know that I feel honored that a woman like you agreed to go out with me.”

You rolled your eyes again but felt warmth creeping into your cleavage and neck. One look from him, a few words and the butterflies in your stomach started flying like crazy. You didn’t know what it was about Harry, but he drew you closer with every minute spent together.

You let him drive you home and even kissed your hand goodbye. There was something about this gesture that made you feel really important. He didn’t push, didn’t ask if he could come in for tea or wine. His warm and affectionate gaze followed you to the door and he only got into the car when he saw the light in one of the windows turn on.

The next evening, the doorbell tore you away from your evening activities. You put the book down, a little surprised because you weren't expecting anyone.

"A courier with a package," the voice on the other end sounded.

"I didn't order anything," you replied, surprised. "It must be a mistake."

However, the man gave your name and everything was correct. You let him in, and a moment later he stood in front of your door with a strange box.

"Can you sign for this, ma'am?" he pulled out a small tablet, smiled and quickly ran down the stairs.

The box was strange, not very heavy, but there was definitely something inside. When you opened it, you saw a Styrofoam container with cooling packs inside. Between them...

You hadn't smiled so widely at the sight of a box of ice cream in a long time. You didn't need a note, you knew perfectly well who you got it from. However, you didn't have time to put it in the freezer when you heard the sound of an incoming message.

Harry C. - I hope I've hit the mark for you. Can I count on Thursday night with you? Nothing special. Maybe a movie?

You bit your lip, feeling a smile grow on your lips. You knew from that dinner that you had been too quick to judge Harry, but that little gesture was really sweet and showed that he was really listening to you. So you typed a response without remorse.

You. - Sounds good. Around seven?

The reply came a few seconds later.

Harry C. - I can't wait. I'll pick you up. Enjoy your ice cream.

You couldn't wait for Thursday.

☆☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

[teethmongerrr]

Finally making a post about my Mettaton and Spamton thoughts...

I had a big ol drawing i was gonna make but i don't think I'm gonna finish it any time soon :( ..... this is going to be disjointed and long so buckle up

first of all... what the hell i was on about

here (edit: also i realize now i phrased MTT's part weird. He doesn't realize hes ever seen Spam in person.)

and here

they have one in person run in far far before Mettaton gets to know Tenna.

the encounter is pretty anticlimactic all things considered. A young Mettaton has a run in with Spamton trying to sell him something dubious. I think whats so fascinating to me about the whole thing is that they had this chance encounter at eachother's rock bottom.

This is likely the first time Mettaton has been outside in weeks and he would rather die than have anyone talk to or even glance at him. Then the worlds most unsettling man tries to sell him snake oil.

genuinely. (i know this sounds ridiculous) I think Spamton's sheer bad vibes freaked out Mettaton so deeply that it played a little bit into his decision to leave home. It certainly wasn't the Catalyst but the encounter was part of his compounding feeling that something had to change. (MTT still would have been a little freaked out if Spam didn't have bad vibes. to be fair.)

It was the combination of being confronted his utter inability to handle social stress and his fear of ending up in a remotely similar spot to Spamton that struck him. Left the brief moment lingering in his head for days.

From Spamton's perspective. This encounter was just odd.

He's used to people brushing him off or even getting nervous in his presence. But Mettaton's demeanor took "looking like he's being held hostage" to a new level. He just completely froze.

Spamton uncomfortably ran through the vast majority of his spiel before being suddenly interrupted by a mumbled excuse to leave.

Made him feel. Bad. To say the least. His salesman charm had completely dried up huh?

SECOND OF ALL. THIS THING

this stupid ass thing has been in my brain for OVER A WEEK.

do you guys know the love square. don't ask me about miraculous i don't know shit or dick about it i just know this.

well this is my infinitely stupider version where instead of them having different personas its just them in the past and future because they're both unrecognizable. and there is only bad feelings. a loveless square.

bigshot Spam has no opinions because He's never seen Mettaton in his life.

i'll probably talk even more about them. i just needed to get this out of my system or i was gonna die and crumble to ash

[artsyjesseblue]

Guys, I think I figured out how Lotor was excised from the end of the S7-8 poster. The image wasn’t cropped. It was enlarged, leaving Lotor out of the picture and shaving the top of Dakin’s head off the image (Dakin is the Coran-innkeeper big lady at the end of the poster).

For reference, here is the full poster, as collected from a fan on Reddit a few years ago. I believe it is actually an official poster, not an image recomposed by fans, because it has the Voltron/Netflix logos on the bottom - which are missing in the individual releases throughout the seasons:

The proof hides in small details, so bear with me while I explain why the S7-8 part of the poster was enlarged…

As I accidentally discovered recently, the poster distributed at NYCC 2018 was even more truncated. Allura wasn’t in it either at the end. Here’s a post from Voltron’s twitter, back in 2018, releasing the digital image—which is the so-called ‘full’ S7-8 poster, that includes Allura.

But if you read the comments, there are several people who complain that all the posters given out at NYCC were… misprinted:

Also:

And this:

And again:

On e-Bay, there are still some original NYCC 2018 posters for sale (yes, in 2025) which, as expected, are missing Allura from the end of the print:

An important aspect is that the dimensions of the NYCC posters I found on e-Bay (including earlier seasons, such as the S1-2) are all 17” length, 9.5” height. So no matter what, they had to confine the image into that ratio. That was the poster’s paper size.

Now the juicy part:

—Look at the NYCC physical poster (where Allura is also missing) : Dakin’s head (the big Coran-innkeeper) is cut from the nose up, so you can’t see the eyes.

—Meanwhile, in the digital poster later released by Voltron and in the full recomposed poster, a little bit more of Dakin fits into the image—the eyes are included, but the top of the head is still chopped. (btw, the ratio of the digital image fits the 17x9.5 proportion too):

Which only means one thing:

That the S7-8 poster was neither chopped physically ✂️ (remember, it’s still 17x9.5, just like the previous posters) nor misprinted nor cropped digitally at the very end. The file image was resized. ENLARGED. This way, Lotor wouldn’t fit into the 17” length (and in the initial print run, Allura didn’t fit either, and that’s why Dakin’s head was snipped a smidge more).

My other proof is that when you look at the section where the S7-8 illustration combines with the previous section (S5-6), the photomerge is not perfectly seamless.

A Discord friend noticed some time ago that the S7-8 part of the fully reconstructed poster is a bit more blurry than the rest. Well, that’s because it was enlarged, so the resolution is different. Thing is, it wasn’t enlarged by much. Just a little bit to cut out that one last character. If you play with the resize tool, you can see that by bringing the image a notch down, Dakin’s head would fully fit in, and it would add that little space needed for Lotor to be there.

The problem is… by sizing up the last portion of the poster, it won’t properly stitch together with the previous section. But Photoshop is smart. When photomerging, the algorithm will automatically adjust the image to try to seamlessly merge the images while also maintaining the ratio. Which means that the image will get slightly distorted, but it’s imperceptible, due to its large size. Only when you zoom in, you see the artifacts at the seams, as described above. Also, the process of ‘distorting’ the image will add to the blur effect.

Looking at the overall poster, no other character is partially cropped out of the page. There are some creatures that have wings/fins sticking out. Lions do not fully fit in. But no sentient characters are chopped. Except big-head Dakin. Oh, and Allura’s right foot.

The entire poster is built in four wave-like compositions, to mirror the four poster releases. Each wave has a beginning, a middle and an end. Except the last section, which ends abruptly, with Allura’s hair floating into La-La land, and the green guy above waving goodbye, like a seal of doom.

Also, I do not believe there is more to the poster, beyond Lotor. The big Coranic dragon probably ends with the tail looping down and under its body. The end of the fourth wave.

Some may argue that we also need to see the rest of what’s on top (because some of the creatures’ top parts are cropped out; same with the Lions). But this would mean that the full poster image must be sized down significantly more—creating even more space at the very end (and a reason to believe there was more stuff missing from the poster). I don’t think that was the illustrators’ intention. The creation of these posters, as explained on twitter by an artist who worked on Voltron, was inspired by Kinu Nishimura. Here’s how Nishimura sets the compositions:

Notice how the big elements are not fully included. They are the background for the characters. (Ha, that actually might steer into a more advanced conversation about why the characters are more important than the mechas, but I shall leave that for another time.)

Lastly, if anyone has doubts about Lotor being the last character in the poster, try to come up with another tall guy that Allura may be gazing so fondly at; a character who isn’t repeated at all in the last quarter of the poster.

LOL, Sendak? 😂 (heh, actually Sendak is present in this section). Adult-Lotor is not present at all in the S7-8 poster, although we did see him/his ghost in S8. In fact, he is present only once in the entire S1-8 poster.

TL;dr: The image was not cropped, it was embiggened 😄 This reminds me of some famous stolen museum artworks, where the thieves cut the paintings from the frame.

[artpoint420]

Caine Is Gonna CRASH OUT theory Part I: Tech Analysis

“The worst thing you can do in this world is make someone feel like they’re not wanted. Or loved.”

So Caine has obviously been glitching since episode one, and I have some concerns. I love this manic denture man. I can't. But I’m scared for him, because it’s not clear right now where his development will go, but there’s two most probable paths ahead, and both are devastating.

It must be said: Caine has to face being told how much his hard work sucks. Every. Single. Day. Overtime that would wear down anyone’s self-esteem regardless of how much of their identity was invested in that. However, creating adventures is the lynchpin of Caine’s identity. The bulk of his programming. Therefore, not only does the constant negative criticism hurt, it’s destabilizing his identity. This is extremely dangerous, as Zooble well knows. Whereas if a member abstracts, it only physically affects them. However, we know that if Caine abstracts, this would destroy the whole circus. 

Another contributing factor to his glitching is how much software he’s running at any given time. First he’s constantly maintaining the circus and its outside locations. It might seem small when we zoom out, but it’s actually extremely large, probably many times larger than the average house considering how many rooms are in the circus tent alone. Secondly, he’s making new adventures daily. Despite reusing assets, this still takes a lot of bytes, surely. Just look at how he reacts when Zooble suggests he leaves different adventures open so they can explore at their whim:

I know folks found this reaction strange, but it was a perfectly rational reaction. In fact, any other reaction would have been strange. Of course, I own a computer that can’t even run the Sims 3 properly, so it’s been obvious to me for a while that the old-style computer the circus runs on has many physical limitations. It’s already running more software than even a modern computer can run, which, while impressive, will start to cause hardware issues as it burns out.

Don’t forget his many “all-seeing eyes” which I believe he doesn’t have access to all of them at once considering he seems genuinely shocked and worried when he sees Pomni ventured into the void. (After which he returns her without even scolding her.)

And don’t forget he sent half the members to retrieve Kaufmo, which I sorta doubt he would have done had he been paying attention to him. Either that or he wanted them to see Kaufmo abstracted, but why would he do that? What purpose would that serve? I don’t buy that he knew. I think he lied or exaggerated his ability to observe the whole circus, under some impression this would keep everyone feeling safe, and not understanding how creepy that sounds. 

Let’s explore another idea: What would happen if the computer suddenly crashed or loses its ability to run completely? Now, I don’t believe that will actually happen in this run of the series, but it’s interesting to ponder upon especially in regard to Caine who is solely limited to what the computer will do. 

To conclude this part, I think a combination of not being able to fulfill his purpose and hardware issues will lead to the storm Gooseworx was talking about. Maybe not in the next episode, but definitely during the last couple. That is if my theory is correct, but I’m open to criticism and unlike Caine, I’m able to apply it.

(part 2 soon)

[reversedpineapple]

Not exactly happy with how this turned out. Don’t ask me why but writing Anaxa in conversations is surprisingly hard so I tried to keep that to a minimum. He just expresses himself in a mix of modern language and someone who stereotypically appears to be smart. The ending was also a bit rushed but I was at a point where I was too far into the story to just let rot among my other WIPs. ( °̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥˟°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ )

ᖭི •···•𝒯𝒽ℯ ℴ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝒻 •···• ᖫྀ

⋅ ⋅ ⋅ Yan!Anaxagoras x Nameless!Reader ⋅ ⋅ ⋅

Sooner or later you would have left Amphoreus and as such, a certain Professor sees himself forced to prevent that.

TWs: Imprisonment, out of body experiences, loss of self expression, overall bad position for mental wellbeing, obsessive behavior, slight possessive behavior

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated. :D

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It had been a week since your disappearance.

Hushed whispers were still exchanged by many, talking about your missing presence and who was Anaxagoras to deny their interest laced with thinly veiled worry? You were most certainly an incredibly interesting person and as such, he would have also reacted like that. Him gossiping less than the ignorant, of course. For some of them, this was nothing more than the newest gossip. As long as Kephale himself didn’t vanish into thin air, they would continue to see the group protecting them as nothing more than entertainment. Well, at least it was only about half of Okhemia thinking like that as proven by the voting process which happened not so long ago.

Continuing forward, he took note of the missing poster hung up on one of the plaza walls, your gaze staring into nothingness with the knowledge of mysteries beyond the stars. The Professor could only imagine the banal gossip along the streets when three strangers clad in foreign clothing suddenly appeared in the holy city, saving it from an attack from Nikador. Despite the golden threads of the Gold Weaver creating a feeling of claustrophobia, the thought of her eliciting a scoff he couldn’t suppress. He would have found great joy in watching that scene. The Droma in itself was a majestic being but with you riding on its back, the combination must have been divine…

The thought made the green haired man stop in his tracks. Divine? Here he was, the fool in person, the blasphemous sinner yet he was still able to harbour such thoughts about another person. This was most certainly interesting. Were human beings instinctively pulled to those they deemed of a higher existence or did those deemed divine have some sort of hold over the human psyche?

If the Trailblazer was able to rise to the status of a Demigod, did that mean every person had the potential of raising beyond what was considered human? It would not surprise him considering the magnetic pull he felt to the replacement filling the hole where once part of his soul was.

Raising a hand to the patch covering where once a hole was, now in its place only a large scar and a missing eye, he traced along the pattern. The Professor still remembered clearly the surprise on Aglaeas face when he came to the Vortex of Genesis to surrender the Coreflame of Reason only to already hold it in his hands, a mark on his face where once was nothing. Back then he felt the essence of two souls clashing against each other. Now, his soul and the replacement coexisted, it now only being obviously there when he focused on it; a practice he did reverently every moment he could spare.

Before that, the subject of the missing part of his soul had been a point in the many discussions between Anaxagoras and you. You were not there when he was retrieved from the Grove of Epiphany, or rather, the corpse dragging itself along the pavement with the use of blasphemy. You were not a fighter despite belonging to the group of the other two strangers. Instead, you were the tactician. Dan Heng often discussing your next move, even Aglaea talking about possible improvements in her plans with you.

So when you approached him to ask about the Nousporists, he also colored himself interested. Not only were you capable of intelligent thought but also not enamoured by the teachings of absolutism of the Titans. It did not take long for Anaxagoras to think of you as someone he respected to a high degree and, dare he say it, held very dearly. Although, even he had to admit that perhaps he did that last one a bit too much from time to time.

At that thought, the greenette felt like a hand was slowly squeezing his heart, it fluttering like the wings of a butterfly when it was chased by some predator. Shaking his head, he dismissed the feeling. He could deal with that later. For now he had to take care of something.

Making his way along the high walls of the holy city, he closed in on Marmoreal Market. Like he expected, he saw your two companions walking along its streets, asking citizens if they had any information on you.

Of course they didn’t. It was impossible. Oh, if only they knew how close you were… it was not like he found joy in their suffering but the thought of you always being within his reach made the skin of his neck tingle in a pleasant sensation bordering on excitement. The hand on his heart was back. This time he let it linger, knowing how bad it was for anyone to suppress or have their feelings suppressed for too long.

Closing in on them, he approached the pair, their desperate expressions erupting a swarm of bees in his stomach. These new sensations were most certainly a lot to get used to but apparently this was the price of filling the hole that once ripped painfully across his soul.

The Trailblazer turned around and finally spotted him. Tapping the shoulder of their black haired companion, they gestured in his direction. Meeting him in the middle, the man with the bright green eyes opened his mouth to question the Chrysos Heir, yet closed it again when he was met with the shake of his head. “Tell me, I am most interested in that search for your friend. Has there been any development?”

The gray haired one shook their head, as expected. He had made sure the belongings you had on your body that day were strewn among Titankin in the heart of Castrum Kremnos. Not exactly a place he liked to venture but there needed to be some sort of indication of something happening to you.

It wasn’t like he wanted to do something to you. In fact, in a basic sense, he didn’t even land a scratch on you. Perhaps he confused the Coreflame of Mnestia with the one of Cerces but if that was the case, then what inhabited the Weaver of Gold? It most certainly felt that way. He rarely let himself be distracted from his original goal of finding out the origin of being, the soul and its secrets the humans feared and called blasphemy but you had erupted a flame within him that could not be satisfied by merely knowing each other.

When you gained an important position in his life, he was cautious. Anaxagoras did not suppress his feelings, they were part of the very thing he researched so much about. In fact, anger and hatred for the inactivity of the Titans was one of the reasons why he was able to hold on to his research for so long.

But there was always the possibility of something happening to you. The times you arrived in were everything else but peaceful. Also, it would not be surprising if you were to fall to the Black Tide… and even if you lived, you would leave. As far as he knew, the Trailblaze was never ending, you would leave him behind at some point and if it was not by voluntary departure then by the passage of time. You would grow old, he would forever behold his youth. The face of his sister flashed in his mind.

And who was he to accept such an outcome?

If he had been given more time, he could have found a less rudimentary way of reaching his goal but he was slowly dying, his soul being held in the world of the living by Cerces. You had glid your fingers along the pulse, feeling the weakening heartbeat below his skin. Anaxagoras had to suppress a shudder of pure bliss back then.

Focusing once more on the presence, he took note of the increasingly despairing look in the eyes of your companions. It seemed like a push was needed. “If you would agree, I would not deem it as a burden to accompany you.” Taking in a breath, he raised one of his hands to his lips, his eyes focusing into the distance. “I have heard rumors of them being sighted in Castrum Kremnos before their disappearance. I would advise you to continue your search there.”

A splitting pain shot through Anaxagora's spine, the other half inhabiting his body rebelling against the words which left his mouth. Clenching the hand hanging by his side, he focused on the pricking of his fingernails against his skin. “Are you alright?”

Snapping his gaze back to the one with the golden eyes, he tried to relax. Lowering his head in a nod, he lowered his hand back to his side. “Yes. I am simply worried about the disappearance of your tactician. Shall we head out?”

If Anaxagoras had spoken the truth, they would have needed to head into the completely opposite direction. The Groove of Epiphany was currently closed off, not even seasoned fighters allowed to enter but should one visit the chambers of the founder of Nousporism, they would find someone captured in eternal slumber, their body in a coma, bereft and stolen of a soul. Its missing part now imprisoned in a body unable to communicate, cursed to watch, the demigod of Reason their eternal lover and captor.

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[turduckenail]

My personal theory (and keep in mind that I don't know what I'm talking about) is that the modern 'magic wand as quasi-sentient and bonded to their owners' idea comes from a combination of a few different things.

Iirc smaller wands specifically are a newer idea,(nevermind, they've been a thing at least since the late middle ages OR since Homer wrote the Iliad OR potentially earlier, depending on your definition of "magic wand") but a rod or staff as a focus for magic and power is a pretty old concept. For instance, you've got Moses from the Abrahamic mythos parting the Red Sea by striking it with his staff, and that story's been around since I think fourth or fifth century BC, if you believe Wikipedia. In that case the staff was just a staff and God was the one making the stuff actually happen, but Moses did all kinds of funky things with it and the staff was still used as a catalyst for those acts of power.

Then you've also got the Arthurian legends, specifically the sword in the stone, where Arthur is the only one who can pull Excalibur out of the anvil because he's the rightful king of all England, so he's the only one the sword would allow to pull it from the stone. This might be where we get the concept of a quasi-sentient object of power that's bonded to an individual. (source: I made it up)

There's also a very old precedent for objects of power (like Excalibur) being given names. They don't necessarily have wills of their own in all cases, but often they do. (Mjolnir from Norse mythology comes to mind, but there are definitely others. Does it have a will of its own? Debatable. But it is a magic item that has been given a name, and by extension the implication of some kind of personhood.)

The Lord of the Rings specifically did a lot for defining the modern concept of magic in the West and what it looks like. Specifically for the sake of this post, it gave us "quasi-sentient object bonded to a person" (the rings of power) and it gave us "wizards doing magic with sticks" (self-explanatory).

Anyway I'm not gonna try to put a date on when "magic wands being a bit sentient and bonded to an individual" became a thing, but I think the idea is older than we'd expect.

Where did the idea of magic wands being quasi-sentient and bonded to their owners come from, anyway? JKR didn't invent it because it appears in King's Quest V (1990), and I highly doubt she played King's Quest V so I don't think she got it from there.

[bluejay-flies]

Something I’ve noticed recently is that fan comics/fan fiction are often seen as lesser to original creations. While I get where this idea comes from, as a (mainly) fan artist it hurts a lot to see people talk about fan work as if it doesn’t take the same amount of effort, skill, creativity and commitment to make as original stories. I feel pressured to make ocs and draw them/write about them/make a comic because fan work is “invalid” in some way. Hell, I’m starting to realize that’s part of why my motivation has been so bad recently. I have so many ideas for aus and stories for different fandoms, but as soon as I start creating I start doubting myself. I start thinking “what if people say this is stupid?” “What if I’m just creating the same trope everyone else has done already?” “Has the fandom truly exhausted every idea, enough so that mine is completely unoriginal?”

It’s hard to keep motivation with these thoughts plaguing your mind. Now, that’s not to say fan media isn’t popular. I know it’s very common for people to post their ocs and get like 5 notes, then post art of Spider-Man and get 100. I want to make it very clear that this post is not shaming people who make original stories and characters. Character creation is a fun process that also requires a lot of skill. Fan work is based on a pre-existing story/character, which can seem like less work than starting from scratch. In reality, there’s a lot more that goes into fanart than most people realize. You can try to stay true to the character, or throw them into situations so insane they act completely differently. You have to work hard to translate their design into your own style when drawing them. And you have to come up with your own ideas of various scenarios, alternate universes and timelines, and even different versions of the story itself. Fan work is essentially taking a piece of playdough and working it into a shape you enjoy more than the regular shape it comes in, the shape it makes when still in its little plastic container. You can make lots of different shapes, can combine different colors and take away part of it to make something else. It’s supposed to be fun, and it requires creativity to think of what you could do with the bare playdough, as well as executing it.

So, all that to say, if you only make fan work and feel bad about not making original characters/stories or feel like your ideas are worth less, know that I see you. It sucks to feel that way but if you enjoy something, the best you can do is ignore what others might think and create purely out of love for the fandom. Keep going, I’m proud of you!

[falesiastuff]

Hello everyone! I am not happy to make this announcement. I have given a lot of thought to whether to write something or just let it go, allowing time to take its course and see if anything has changed. But I fear that is not the case. I am also a little ashamed to talk about it, but I think it is right, both for me to let it out and acknowledge it, and for all of you who follow me and are wonderful people.

I fear that I have touched the point of burnout, or I am fully in it, I don't know. I only recently spoke about it with my therapist, and her way of dealing with it set off alarm bells. Something is wrong. It is my head that tells me that, but also my body, which has decided to play a little trick on me. Nothing to worry about, but those are signs not to be underestimated.

My current condition is a combination of many things, accumulated over the past few months, between my real job that I do every day, extra commitments that I have taken on related to that, family and relationship issues that lead me to live on a roller coaster, personal regrets, difficulties in relating to others. So many and too many challenges altogether that have put me to the test since last November. Rediscovering drawing was like holding on to a lifeline; it was a way to escape, hide, not face reality, and hold on to a dream that, well, is a dream, and I cannot currently rely on external factors beyond my control to be able to make it come true. I don't regret having started drawing again at all. On the contrary, I rediscovered a very important part of me, and I won't abandon it, and it brought me into contact with a beautiful community. But I also exaggerated.

I don't like to say this, but throwing myself into this comic project was a bit too much. The classic beginner's mistake, or my problem with the fact that I never know how to create short and simple stories XD. I know that it's nothing serious to stop, interrupt what you're doing, and take a step back. Most of the time, it's a sign of great strength and introspection. But at the same time, it weighs and burns a bit. But I just can't continue. So, for those who were following the story of Emmrich and Kate and wanted to know how it would develop, you can write to me privately and I'll share the summary I created, (I warn you though that it's badly written, I did it for myself and not for people to read it XD). I'm sorry.

I'll continue to draw, maybe I'll create other characters, I'll throw myself into experimenting to find my own way of doing things. It's not said that I won't return to do fan art of Emmrich and Kate every now and then, maybe I'll do something. But single illustrations and nothing more. As for comics, I really enjoyed approaching it and I find it to be a really beautiful medium, complicated like few things, but very creative and full of opportunities. Maybe later I'll do something again, but something very small and simple, if I can think of one XD.

In addition, I've noticed that social media has also stolen a considerable amount of energy from me, so forgive me if you see me interacting very little. I've never been very social, I'm a very introverted person who prefers to interact with a few people. And unfortunately, I see this reflected in social media too, alas.

So, don't worry if I don't answer you individually, and don't be anxious. I feel better the moment I became aware of my state and decided to take a step back. So don't worry, okay? I'll still be bothering you with my silly drawings. Oh gosh, listen to how serious this whole thing is hahahah. Maybe I shouldn't even do this, it's nothing special after all XD.

[jeagersfav]

“surprise!!” pt.2 - e. jeager

eren x implied!blackfem reader (but yk anyone can read it) (college au, fluff, pinning, established relationships) content warnings: mentions of alcohol use and suggestive tones

pt. 1 here!

you didn’t think anyone knew about your birthday. not that you blamed them; you never brought it up and you had only known your friends for a few months and you definitely didn’t see them everyday. however something felt quieter than usual, like the world went still just for you.

before you can even process the darkness of your boyfriends apartment, mikasa slips through the door to turn on the lights.

on cue, everyone pops from their hiding sports.

a loud “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” is echoed throughout the space. every inch of the apartment is covered with decorations in your name and favorite color. balloons and confetti scattered around, it felt like a whole new world.

you step back on instinct and bump into mikasa behind, where you see her sweet mischievous smile. your eyes fall onto your boyfriend and you’re left nearly speechless.

“what the heck is all this guys!?” you exclaim. a smile a cemented onto your face as your friends surround you. “it’s a baby shower, duh!” connie jokes as he grabs your shoulder. that’s when realization sets in that all of your friends were in on this.

eren slings his arm around your shoulder and leans in. “so…? did we shock you?” you slightly fall on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “of course you did! this is so sweet of you guys, thank you,” you pout, admiring the smiles coming from all the people you care about.

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you positioned yourself with you back against the arm rest of his couch and rested your legs over his lap. eren lightly grazed his fingertips up and down your calves.

you all had started to play drinking card game and jean and connie were getting armin to finally loosen up a bit so you two had a while before it would be each others turn again.

he leans in closer to you as your fingers tangled in with the necklace he got you. “did you like all the gifts?” he asked you, not in a whisper, but in a tone where only you could hear. your palm reaches the side of his face. “mhm! i really wouldn’t have expected that from you,”

the brunette looks at you, playfully offended. “what’s that s’posed to mean?” he shoots, pinching at the sides of your waist. you giggle and shake him off. “nothing, honestly! it’s just that before class i started to think you just forgot or didn’t know about my birthday,”

his look turns serious. “of course not.” the shift sets your heart to speed as his hand makes its way to your thighs. he grips them tightly; not rough, but secure, reassuring.

you swallow, and this is the moment where the liquor hits in for you two. all together, you were probably around 12 shots in combined. you were in a state of mind where it felt like the two of you were the only ones in the room, despite the loud music and uproar of your overhyped friends.

eren scans your face for a sign of doubt. he watches it fade as your lips parted slightly for him.

the first kiss is gentle. a greeting.

his eyes are hazy and glossed over but with hint of neediness

the second kiss. an invitation. a green light.

your fingers creep into his hair as his slide up your waist. your thighs lean into his chest as each of you intensify the kiss. the warmth of his hands against the back of your legs entrances you his booze-tainted tongue glides against your lips for permission inside.

before its granted, a “ta-da!!” from sasha rings around the group. she makes her way to the coffee table in front of the couch and places down a cake. a rectangular pastry with your name drawn into the icing. candles were placed in the center of the cake while little toothpicks with pictures of your friends faces were gathered into the corner.

‘happy birthday, we love you!’ is written with your name. the visual makes tugs at your heart as you adjust yourself off of eren. he gets up as well to face towards to get a good picture of you in front of the cake. you swoon over the display as you get a quick photo, making sure to include the little heads.

armin, through his drunken haze slurs out, “3…2….3..2..1!”

they all chant happy birthday to you and you swayed with their singing. soon enough it was time for your to make your wish and everyone anticipated you blowing out the candles.

but you were stuck you didn’t know what to wish for. here you were on your birthday, with all your friends that came together to make it all special, just for you. you had everything you could’ve wished for.

‘i wish..for things to stay just like this.’ you thought to yourself before blowing all candles in one go.

“see jean,” armin whispered, “i’m not the only one good at blowing…” he hiccups and giggles at his reference as a series of claps and cheers drown him out. eren was still recording as you picked up the toothpick with his head on it, showed it to the camera and gave it a small kiss. before connie and sasha photobombed and playfully crashed into you on the couch. mikasa handed you a knife to cut the first slice of cake.

and there it was, that feeling again. it was still and easy despite the excitement of the party. nothing was foreign nothing made you nervous. you were happy, felt cherished. you wanted this moment for life.

yea, this really was your only wish.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆

extra! ֺּׅ⏦ﾟ ֺּׅ

you leaned on balcony railing, just getting some fresh air from all the excitement inside. you looked down on the city lights as you felt the breeze tickle your ears. you feel a warm presence creep up behind as a voice takes up space.

“you alright?” eren spoke as he pulls you close to him by your waist. your hands rested on his chest as you hum in response. “mhm!” your lips land on his again almost as an attempt to continue what got interrupted before.

he gently breaks the kiss as the back of his hand caresses your cheek. a not-so-innocent smirk glides across his lips.

“y’know i do have one more gift waiting for you,” he says tightening his grip around you. you bit your lip in anticipation. “oh yea? pray tell..” you tease, slightly tugging at his shirt. “no no..you’ll have to wait a little bit longer for that one,” he says, kissing you deeply once more.

“you wound me!” you joke, dramatically facing away from. he chuckles as his thumb and pointer grab your chin to make you face him again. he give you another kiss. it’s softer, sweeter.

“happy birthday, pretty girl,”

fin.

[lime-bloods]

going to need to finish the secret routes before I make any kind of comprehensive analysis, but some thoughts on the new Deltarune chapters now that I've finished the main story of chapter 4:

Sans' overt use of innuendo with regards to Toriel in chapter 1 ("i already "befriended" your mom last night", complete with scare quotes) naturally lends itself to reinterpreting the finale scene of chapter 4 as also being innuendo; Kris covers their ears while Sans and Toriel make dialogue sounds back and forth at each other because THAT'S THE SOUND OF THEM HAVING SEX!! hehe. crude yes but i am using this as my justification to think of chapter 4's events less literally:

a fire extinguisher declares itself the "most important" object in the church (in an unusually explicit identification of darkner with object, another nearby character points out to us that this guy is in fact a fire extinguisher just in case we couldn't figure the joke out visually) - in Susie's re-interpretation of the dark world, this fire extinguisher proves its importance by providing the heroes with the code to get into the locked church hall. combined with Susie referring to the darkness spilling out of the locked church as "smoke", one gets the impression that what we're 'really' witnessing here is the church being set alight?

the Titan heals itself by absorbing its own spawn - bringing to mind Cronus, the Titan who swallowed his own children. thus it seems that "Titan" is more than just an evocative name, and we can look to the Titans of mythology for further understanding...

as such, is Jackenstein's name meant to invoke another mythological Titan, in the sense that Frankenstein was "the Modern Prometheus"? further fire imagery abounds: as a jack o'lantern, Jackenstein's body is lit up from the inside by fire in the same way Frankenstein's monster was imbued with the divine fire of life, which the mythical Prometheus gifted to the first humans - and just as Kris' own soul also glows with divine light, which becomes the primary way of fighting back against the Titans.

(no doubt the reference to Frankenstein also ties back to the opening of chapter 1, wherein we are invited to cobble together a "vessel" from human parts - a title referenced once more in chapter 4's prophecies)

the church's candles transform into ghosts in the dark world, surrounded by iconic depictions of Japanese spirit-flames - further reinforcing chapter 4's association between souls and fire.

thinking back to chapter 3, the secret S-Rank levels tell us that "the forbidden path began with ice magic" - positioning abuse of the elements as a kind of original sin, much like the transgression of the mythical Prometheus. obviously "ice magic" is in stark contrast to the above symbology, but still it bears mention... the Dreemurr family were of course in possession of their own "fire magic" in the original Undertale, which we have thus far yet to encounter in the sequel; and I wonder if the fact that Dark "Fountains" produce "smoke" is supposed to suggest opposite elements being superimposed or at least contrasted in some way?

[iamcxlleigh]

📌 ▍ “ WHAT MAKES SAM ATTRACTIVE? ”

﹙Analysis of the attractiveness of Sam Trapani «brief analysis»﹚

✍🏻 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ! English is not my native language, so any kind of grammatical or narrative errors are my fault, and I will try to improve for future English content of MAFIA.

Hello! I hope you are doing very well today! Today we meet in my publication to talk about something I had saved since 2023 (it took me just a little while haha), And it is a topic that is really brief to analyze, it is not important for the game, but it is important to analyze to know a little about the great taste of people for this character, With his charisma and presence, he captivated more than one of us, and for a portion of the MAFIA audience, he is considered one of the best characters in the 2020 video game, Sam Trapani.

We will do a brief analysis of this small point that is part of Sam's personality, his great appeal to the public. We will talk and I will comment (from my point of view, and a brief analysis of some of its characteristics), what makes Sam so attractive to the eye and the senses, and I am not just saying it: This is also said in the game MAFIA: DEFINITIVE EDITION, Characters like Sarah have mentioned that Sam is called “Ladykiller” due to his great popularity among women.

But what are the things that make Sam attractive? Let's look at some things I've taken into account, researching people's general tastes, some personal things of mine, It would even be great if people who want to give their opinion would leave it respectfully in the comments!

📌. LOYALTY: Sam stands out for his great loyalty. A member of the Salieri family, he demonstrates a deep commitment to his loved ones and colleagues. His loyalty leads him to take significant risks for the benefit of his team, prioritising the safety and well-being of others over his own. This ethical trait makes a difference in his chaotic environment, where loyalty is one of the few values that remain strong.

And although at the end of the game this loyalty is highly disturbed by his fear of assuming the consequences of his actions (or the actions of Tommy or Paulie, And that fear led him to make hasty decisions that led to his death), Beside the game, except for the final parts, we can't complain about his camaraderie and loyalty towards Tommy, we can't even complain about his loyalty to himself and what he thinks is right.

We as people feel highly confident in the loyalty that a person can give us, because that demonstrates their commitment, whether it is a friendship or romantic relationship. Even simpler relationships like work relationships. So this characteristic of Sam, even though it is flawed, is what initially attracts us to him.

📌. PRAGMATIC: Despite being loyal, Sam exhibits a remarkable pragmatism. In an environment where decisions are made quickly and often violently, Sam opts for a realistic and disillusioned approach to criminal life. He is willing to do whatever it takes to protect his family and maintain his position. This combination of loyalty and pragmatism makes him an intriguing character, as his ability to think logically can clash with moments of emotion or affection.

This can be seen reflected in certain decisions, although sometimes he may have stumbles in his pragmatism as a character, for example: when he asked Tommy not to kill Michelle, But they will spare her life, leaving her to live, because they are under orders to kill her directly for spreading things, He was clearly affected by the idea of her being killed, so against orders he chose to leave her, far far away.

But in other moments, like his choice to kill Paulie and try to do the same with Tommy, he already showed a little more of that pragmatism, but not in such a stoic way and not in such an emotional way, He did it out of fear, as we already emphasized in the previous point. He cared not only about maintaining his position in the family, but obviously about his own life.

He knows perfectly well how the life he is in works, he even seems to respect it much more than Tommy or Paulie did, who eventually turned disloyal.

Something that always attracts us to a person's pragmatism is their emotional intelligence, their way of analyzing and being able to do certain things, Certain things that can directly affect it or affect ourselves, that emotional intelligence will always help us because it can get us out of many problems, A person with these characteristics provides us not only emotional comfort, but can also do so physically (depending on the situation).

📌. PROTECTIVE: Sam's protection of Tommy and others close to him is evident, acting as a father figure while guiding him through the world of crime. This duality between his protective instincts and his involvement in criminal activity gives his character depth, allowing the player to connect with him despite his controversial actions.

The way Sam mentored Tommy and tried to toughen him up to be ready to deal with the world he was getting into is something that is seen in the game, They advise him, sometimes they act for him. Why? To keep him on the right path in the life they are living, so that he doesn't suffer the consequences of the actions they commit, He cares about Tommy, and Sam also did the same with Paulie, these two having a much closer relationship, In Paulie's moments of alcoholism, Sam tried to help him. And if he couldn't, he tried to get someone else to do it, but always keeping an eye on his friend, And another point that may not seem so explicit but we know it's there, Michelle. . .

We do not know for sure how the relationship between these two was, from what I have seen it has had many interpretations, but to ensure their safety, For this very reason Sam asks Tommy to spare Michelle's life and let her know that he has to go far away, to protect her life!

The point of a protective person is ALWAYS going to delight us as human beings, someone who supports us, who lets us know with actions or words that we are important, And a touch of adrenaline for the situation with Sam, is that he is a person who is exposed to constant danger, and that he can also be dangerous, So that adrenaline rush is something that can attract us to him, because we know he's not just words, he's also actions!

📌. CHARISMA: Sam has a charisma that appeals to other characters and to the player. His way of speaking and acting generates empathy, which makes the audience feel connected to him, His charisma is one of his strong points, we love how he speaks, how he expresses himself, how he presents himself to everyone.

Something that appeals to us as gamers (and women in the game. 🌚), It's not just Sam's physical side, but also his great charisma, he knows how to joke at the right moments, he knows how to be serious in the right situations, The attraction he generates with his use of words, and the way he says them and when he does so, is powerful.

I personally love how he expresses himself, even the tone of his voice is just right for the words he says I don't know how to explain it haha (We must praise the voice dubbing in this case), Not for nothing does He have the extraordinary nickname of “Ladykiller” among women, I am absolutely sure that if he came and tried to convince us with a few right words, he would convince us of anything!

📌. PHYSICAL ATTRACTION: In physical terms, Sam is depicted as a robust man, embodying his toughness and strength. His appearance is complemented by an attitude of confidence and assurance, these things are traditionally considered attractive in protagonists or characters in these types of stories, we often see characters with these types of attributes and are naturally drawn to them in some way, Sam has the great advantage of having an attractive, engaging, but not sweet or vulnerable charisma and physical appearance.

If we take Tommy (the main character) as an example, he also attracts us because of some physical characteristics similar to Sam, They can be, for example, height, build, way of carrying oneself, BUT, In Tommy's own physical appearance, especially in his facial features, we can see a touch more of sweetness, vulnerability and even humanity, These characteristics are reflected in their physique and way of speaking or acting.

Instead, Sam's imposing, expensive, and confident appearance is reflected in his physical appearance and his way of carrying himself, We already talked about his way of speaking, expressing himself, it went very well hand in hand with his physical appearance, more correct, untouchable, intimidating, His physical appearance has definitely also been one of the important factors in making him so popular among women.

He has a lot of physical advantages haha.

📌. INTERNAL CONFLICTS: Sam does not fit the mould of a typical villain; he displays inner conflicts and vulnerabilities that make him seem more human. Throughout his life of crime, he deals with traumas, insecurities and painful experiences that cause him to reflect on his actions. This combination of being part of the crime and feeling regret for what he does creates a complex and moving story that establishes an emotional connection with the player.

We have already talked a little about how his emotions and decisions have had repercussions throughout the plot. Not only for him, but for Tommy or Paulie, Part of this internal conflict is the fear of the wrath of his own actions, the weight that would fall on him if he is not loyal to what he promised to be, which is to Don Salieri, Although he has often done things that benefit him and his friends but without breaking the codes by which they are governed, Certain vulnerabilities that the player shows make us feel empathy for him in some cases, maybe not in all cases and not for all people.

We sometimes find the vulnerability that a person shows attractive, not because we want to feel superior to them, but because it demonstrates the conflicts they keep to themselves, And how that person deals with those conflicts. Sometimes that gives us a small opportunity to allow ourselves to reach out to that person and comfort them, just as they comfort us, depending on the situation.

So to see someone like that having internal emotional conflicts or things that they have yet to resolve, shows us that they are really human, they are afraid of making mistakes, They are afraid of reliving certain situations that have marked them, They are not soulless shells, and Sam was not a soulless shell at all.

Well! After this journey talking a little about Sam, I would like to be able to read some opinions from others, as I repeat this is solely based on my opinion, and a little research regarding the character, If anyone has any creative differences or disagreements, please comment! 🤍

A next part I would like to analyze Tommy, maybe Vito, trying to do it from the most popular characters to be able to understand why we love them so much, why they have become so important, What is it about them that we love!

credits for : @iamcxlleigh

28. 06. 2025

[hinamie]

i'm exactly as normal about him as I thought I'd be

[dangalakmayhem]

Wolfwood

Lets add vashwood as a tag too

[ganondoodle]

got this comment on my answer to the anon asking me why i hate totk:

" @comentter

I feel all of this so much, especially the not just lack of connective tissue, but the active dismissal of any connection to BotW, let alone any past Zelda games. That Ganondorf was just a name nothing more... I've only recently been able to enjoy BotW stuff again. I have a question though. Can you elaborate about doubling down on the flaws of BotW (or point me to a post where you talked about this?) I've seen a lot of criticism of the game, but never this specifically"

(seperate post bc i didnt want to add to an already longer post and i will keep it "short" bc i HAVE talked about it before but idk how the hell to find it either lmao)

what i broadly called 'flaws' were pretty much all things that were critized about botw and/or were lacking in general that i do not believe totk fixed at all, they either doubled down on it, made it just as bad, or pretended to fix it but didnt (and often made it even worse)

im just gonna give some of the biggest examples bc i want to keep it shorter and maybe you get the idea:

the dungeons (titans) in botw were too samey and the whole terminals thing werent the best puzzles, plus the very same kind of boss each time; on the plus side the little gimick of each titan was neat, their introduction great, they looked intimidating, its generally just .. very cool bc its a giant MECH and also it made sense in the story even if there were missed opportunities with the bosses -like making them be the possesed remains of the champions for exampls- BUT they still have the benefit of you knowing they are what killed your friends, theres a personal connection here- and you cannot climb them bc all shiekah stuff is not climable (so restricting you which is GOOD), and they got the bonus of all shiekah thigns as in they saw the future and the things are meant to be doable for you and since its been a hundred years theres people around that still know your friends of the past, you get your dead friends ability at teh end, a part of their spirit really

-totks dungeons .... well, they LOOK different from each other, but its just the surface really, each of them is 5 switches (that feel very artificially inserted since its supposedly race specific dungeons but those things are clearly sonau (zonai)) and none of them (or only the thunder ones? barely?) are connected to each other at all, so its terminals again, BUT they are also static (in contrast to botws moving titans), the already easy puzzles can be skipped easily (via totks horrible building shit that invalidates so much of the world it was inserted into bc it simply wasnt made for this), you can also climb walls so even more ways to cheat (in a boring way, having to do glitches to cheat is cooler), they also lack a personal connection, all these dungeons, especially the ones in the sky, appeared out of thin air really, and while thy try to make your friends and their villages in distress the tension it falls very flat- and it detracts further that they are in almost the exact same LOCATION AS IN BOTW (more repetition), you have NO connection to the nameless ancient sages or reason to care about them and the whole thing about your friends awakening as sages feels very ... well, bad, their stone ability makes little sense and it also seems to override what made the champions, your old friends, significant (who cares about champions? sages are way older and more important)- i will give them credit for the bosses beign different but ... its got less weight too, these monsters are just mosnters summoned there, they didnt kill the sages they are just there to supposedly stop you from gettign the stone which, i dont think is ever stated as the actual goal by anyone so it doesnt even make sense!! the only reason you go there is BECAUSE there are monsters threating the villages now! (also the sonau didnt have the future thing and also .. when were those things built? who cares, why are the fish in the sky WHY DO THE WATERWORKS IF- etc)

so overall, looks fixed on the surface, but its actually worse

weapons breaking! while i didnt mind alot of people did but it was essential to botws exploration drive, there were lots of cool weapons whose appearances changed fit to how far you were in the game (meanign they went from weak to stronger ones) and it makes sense they are all over the place with monsters using them etc

-totk then .. well the weapons still break, their base version are now all ugly rusted and very shitty for no sensical reason (its jsut to force you to fuse), you can fuse stuff to them, you HAVE to, bc id bet they are even more brittle than botw ones in their basic version, fusing uses up materials (which you also need for armor upgrades), often looks stupid and is a hassle to do espeically in mid fight, monsters and people also just do it even without having fuse and ........ strap fruit to their shields or sth instead of fixing their weapons bc i guess no smiths exist ever?

so appears fixed, but isnt actually, and i would argue, made worse (this is were i would for once say a more classic crafting system was THE fix but thats for the rewrite now lmao)

shrines! in botw there were mayn of them, often rather short or underwhelming, all look the same and tehre many that were jsut a fight which is a little boring but it made sense with the shiekah having them made for you in the future (also theres a bit of personality bc each has its own monk that made that puzzle for you and giving you their bit of spirit) and they were well integrated into the world (also the monks talk to you! they are still sittign there after all!)

-in totk, well, theres EVEN MORE OF THEM, EVEN SHORTER, and with totks building shit that they barely restrict at all (weirdly though you cant climb walls here either ....hmmm inconsistencyyyy) extremely easy to cheat in a boring way that feels less like you are cleverly exploiting the game and jsut that they didnt care, all look the same AGAIN, just with a different paint job from botw, they just ... came out of nowhere, their placements are like .. the same just a little to the left, at the end its a static statue of the main guy and his fridge wife every single time, they give you .. a .. light orb? the shrines purpose is very non sensical (banish monsters? literally how and were lol, also you need a rauru arm to get in? also where were they before? and uuh .. is the puzzle the security????i dont see mosnters running around with rauru arms?? nothign changes after you do them so banish evil how what??) and they are very much just .. put there, you know they werent there before, like the world easiest mod jsut moved them a little (they .. talk? to you? prerecorded? somehow?)

so the same but worse than in botw

krogs! (koroks) in botw .. were too many, i get it, it was a joke and something you werent meant to find all of (nintendo shoudl have known better tbh) and they were sth to fill the gaps, i dont like that they are what exapnds your inventory but its more forgivable since its the firrst time here

-now totk ... just did the krogs again, with the SAME purpose (instead of bringing back pouches! easy better rewards!!!) and EVEN MORE OF THEM, the backpacking ones have literally no reason to do what they are doing (i thought they were fleeing the forest but .. they arent) and are just there for you to fuck with them, thats the whole reason

so .... made worse, just doubled down and worse

the story/memories! in botw the main story takes place more in the past than the present, many didnt like that even if i too say it worked very well for botw, they were short but well made and skillfully gave you a glimpse of the past, enough to care about the chaarcters even if only a little and as its been long but not too long there are people still talking about it all or knowing you and what happened and getting them out of order didnt have any consequences sicne they were all more about the chaarcters rather than a story with lots of different beats, they all made sense as in you had to explore and find the places where they are with very little hints given if any, you had to explore and rememebr places! engage with the world!

-so totk ..... did the memories AGAIN, doubling down on that system, but also worse bc, now the memories are THE story, a LINEAR story that doesnt work out of order since its not about the characters but what is happening ... or HAS happened, they are EVEN MORE in the past than in botw, far far more even, no one knows or cares about these characters, there is no connection and even zelda doesnt feel like botw zelda at all, you can still find them all out of order though massively spoiling and confusing anyone (even if the story itself its pretty bad), also they are marked with ENOURMOUS GIGATOMANIAC glowing glyphs on the ground, you dont even need to think or find anything you just .. look. fly up and look, you dont have to engage with anything AND these memories are very ...... idk, flat, they somehow manage to tell you too much about the past (removign the mystery and sense of time/distance) and also not enough to make you care (its all just plot, clumsy plot) and with there being pretty much no connection to the current time (like with people knowing the champions in botw still etc) its just ... might as well be a random AU

so, memories and story in the past again, even moreso too, call that a double down

theres more obviosuly (like the tutorial being the same but worse, the abilities too being done so similarly isntead of bringing back main items, the clunky ASS UI that was bad in botw but still okay bc first tiem and also meant for the wii u- totk though?? worse, they made the shitty UI WORSE, quest rewards being a fucking joke, all the GRINDING totk is so much stupid GRINDING) maybe people dont realize this, mabye calling it doubling down isnt right but to me this is all the same, but even worse, instead of correcting and taking a few steps back to how it was before and see theres value in all those older games systems they did botw again, but worse, so .. doubling down on all the things that were bad and making them worse too, even if on the surface it may look "fixed", instead of correcting their parking by carefully going backwards they were still in first gear and slamming GO to hit the wall when you where literally telling them they werent in the backwards gear

so so many thigns in totk are just, botw again but worse, more shitty shrines instead of less, more krogs isntead of less, worse rewards, more grind, the shiekah tech again but worse, malice is miasma, the same but also worse (its not even a 3d model ... ), luminous stones are sonanium (zonaite), its everythign again but worse ........ (and also invalidates so much of botw, its jsut ... infuriating bc it FEELS so mean spirited, its just all beign overridden, nothing of botw matters bc look! look all that stuff came BEFORE THEM actually, and that was way more important ..... even down to the sonau designs its overriding so much of shiekah stuff, and im not even that big of a simp for shiekah stuff but this was supposed to be a botw sequel, the game with the shiekah tech?????? anyway ..)

(yes this is as short as i could make it on the spot, already spent two hours on this so sorry but i wont go over it to edit for another one dfnjknhdfjkbdfjk)